Some Thoughts Come In Code
When unsurpassed greed's uncontrolled
King Midas' story be told!
The steps to his stash
Cast his daughter for cash
She's an allegory of gold
Author's note: I had a vivid dream a few nights ago. Part of it included a feeling that I needed to check my personal stash of valuables. I thought the items were locked in the basement. However, when I came to the door to the staircase leading down expecting it to be locked, it was ajar. I opened it all the way, and there was a child coming up the steps. We looked at each other, and the child tumbled down the stairs and appeared dead. It was a terrible feeling. The poem above is one interpretation of what I might have been trying to tell myself. There are other interpretations as well. However, I am left with the idea that our society's focus on the material is destroying our love for each other and our families. This is a huge problem for me and has taken a lot of my thought time over the past few days. Meanwhile, I tell myself to enjoy each day, and I try.
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2013
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