March 28, 2014

 

 

No joy in dwelling on the past,

of battles won, fortunes amassed.

The gain, not worth the mental strain,

and all for what, hindsight’s refrain?

 

That generation who discovered wealth

yet would not spend in case ill health

came fast like lightning to their door,

knew an instant remedy they had in store.

 

or so they thought; money the cure for all!

Remember Damascus where Saul met Paul.

Yet with blinkered faith they still wanted more,

becoming mesmerised with their golden store.

 

And where overwork and excessive strain,

in time, took it’s toll, on the smartest brain.

No isolated palaces with marble towers

can ever fix the sick in their dying hours.

 

 

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