Ultimate Truth
A golden spoon gilded vase by heirloom.
Acolytes shouldn't be anxious with gloom.
There never seems to be a shortage of cash.
One person's treasure is another's trash.
Gratitude from a large group of people
Gold sludge had fallen from his steeple
Deeply genus to all those who hailed him
Many, yet, quietly loathed his petty whim.
He lost all his money on a gambling spree
Peers faded in the dump; plain you can see
Revered and blessed at a party and dance,
He left this earth friendless and in a trance.
The rich and famous are held in high regard.
Face truth if they no longer have any; it is hard.
Why do poor individuals seem to have no friends?
Consider where man's splendor starts and ends.
Life is a chimera, for it is steadily shifting
Running toward the break line, men drifting
Why do we even strive to live if we must die?
Why are we playing if we later must cry?
Everything fades away, and nothing will last.
All the stars have been stripped of their cast.
Since death is prevailing, it is unwise to be wary.
Just cope with it, either in bliss or by being scary.
Realize the ultimate truth: dying isn't the end.
Once found, each truth is doss to comprehend.
Starting a fresh life, we are struck by the curse.
Love is the ultimate truth at core of the universe.
Truth, as gold, isn't found by increasing its value.
Drain all but gold, and gold will never devalue.
The ultimate truth is to be in a flawless state.
Mature minds agnize genuine truth as fate.
If we can grasp and ponder the ultimate truth,
It's going to purify the mind of grime and sleuths.
Forging sincerity for each other is a key step.
As such, the quest for the final truth is vital and pep.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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