I saw another man
Lay his head
On the world's softest bed
The best money can buy
From what I heard this man had wealth
Lived in the biggest house
Had chefs and maids for days
He had it all I say
Not children though
They were a waste of time
And no wife either
He was lonely, but he was fine
As the night ended
And no one showed
We took his lifeless body out
To let his spirit go
As we lowered his body
I ask you
What do you value more
Money or time
Will you go alone
Or surrounded by family
With wealth
Or a happy life
With no good reason or excuse
Billionaires waste wealth and let loose
While earth goes awry
They'll float on a fly by
So Bezos can seem to be Zeus
Author's comment: M I impressed? Not at all. It only goes to show what small minds they have. You couldn't pay me to go his rocket either--even if it is the best money can buy. What is wrong with these people?
It feels like yesterday
Where I felt your touch
For the very first time
You touched me in a different way
You tuned my sense to be more receptive
To the way you touch me
I need eternity as my timepiece
So that I don’t miss a moment of your touch
We don’t have the best money can buy
Yet our home is filled with treasures
One of treasure is the love packed in our bedroom
Now I know the color of love and is painted all over you
Patience and laughter
Understanding and long-suffering
Are amongst the colors that gives our love a rainbow feel
Your touch in colors beautify my soul
Your touch cuts through like a laser cut
It cuts out all the dirt that tangles my heart
And molds it into a safe where I keep your heart
Only your touch coordinates numbers
That opens my heart to tender affection
My sensors are hopeless without your touch
Your touch springs out the joy in my life
If we cuddle I don’t want to let go of you
Countless times I fell asleep in your arms
Surely you wondered why
The answer is in the way you touch me
Your touch hypnotizes my sensory organs
And make me do what your touch command
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