There Is a Plan

Some are blessed with piles of money
  others inherit the streets or keyrings

One baby born to the lap of luxury
  a second awakens to grinding poverty

The earth rotates, the wheel of fortune spins
  so much frustration, while fat cats grin

Just know this, my friend, there is a plan
  an age-old formula, it proudly still stands
    ~ that of true love between woman and man
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Krutsinger Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 7:36 AM
I dare say the fat cats are grinning now more than ever before! " so much frustration, while fat cats grin"
Wolf Avatar
April 4, 2022 at 6:03 PM
Fat cats sure do know how to grin; seems they always win...
Watt Avatar
March 29, 2022 at 2:46 PM
Blessed is the man or woman who finds a gold mine of love. Well stated, my wise friend ~ just a wise guy
Wolf Avatar
March 29, 2022 at 5:38 PM
Thanks, 'Wise Guy.' I shall consult you first next time I hunt down a 'gold mine!' lol.
George Avatar
March 28, 2022 at 10:37 PM
There is so much incongruity in life and fortunes keep rotating . But what remains stable is love ! A powerful write, beautifully composed, Gershon !
Wolf Avatar
March 29, 2022 at 5:32 PM
Thank you for your kind words, Valsa... And I agree: I've put love in my stables, right next to my favorite horse. ~ Mr 'Steady as she goes'
Brown Avatar
March 28, 2022 at 7:03 PM
Love conquers all. enjoyed. Blessing ~ Debra
Wolf Avatar
March 29, 2022 at 5:30 PM
Consider me conquered. ~ Concord grape
Rodrigues Avatar
March 28, 2022 at 1:49 PM
Something rich when true love comes to be! <3
Wolf Avatar
March 29, 2022 at 5:26 PM
Here's to the richness of love! :) gw
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