Love Beyond Wealth
Sometimes dreams can be opaque,
I stay asleep but want to wake.
Dreams can often feel unreal,
but I feel numb - yet want to feel
Dreams are often black and white,
things you know that should be right
take on a new morality,
Not looking like they ought to be.
A dream can lie, convince you to
believe bad things are fine to do.
We tend to talk of dreams as though
If they're fulfilled our lives will grow.
Yet, in my own reality
that's not how it affected me.
I dreamt for years of wealth and fame,
and happy when at last both came.
I didn't know the price I'd pay
when one thing comes -one goes away.
The love of riches makes you blind,
true valuables are hard to find.
Instead of working night and day
I should have looked the other way,
and seen that I was always rich
instead became a grasping bitch.
I didn't even see you go..
Too filled with greed to even know
that riches of the valued kind,
are ones more difficult to find
I had before me love so sweet,
the one who made my life complete.
Who didn't care for fancy stuff,
just having me would be enough.
But through my dreams, I became blind,
and sought the stuff we all can find...
But lost the thing that's beyond wealth,
my dreams,my love, my heart, myself.
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'The love of riches makes you blind,
true valuables are hard to find.'
So true !sometimes we need to lose that most precious treasure to appreciate what we could have had! Love this - beautifully expressed 5 stars! xx
Perhaps wealth, like alcohol and so many other things, gives us the permission and the space to play into our worst instincts and base desires. Once we have that, we forget (and even lose, as you point out here) ourselves; or at least those parts of ourselves which are worth holding on to at all costs.
For such a thing to befall a writer is all the worse because; in losing herself to the success which writing has brought: she loses the very thing which made her write in the first place. And then...not only does the writer suffer; in subtle and discreet ways: but so too does the writing...in not so discreet ways.
Not sure if this is tragic irony...ironic tragedy...or just downright bloody tragic!! Maybe it's just ironic?!
The point underpinning the poem seems to be that you have, in fact, learned from the experience. Which is a good thing...right?!?
It's a great poem...nonetheless!
J ;)
Hi Jason,
what a sage you are!!! I wish that I had achieved notable wealth and fame but alas that still eludes me..but it is an experience that I shared with someone very close to me and seeing the outcome has left a sizeable impression on me- enough to know absolutely that what you say about learning from the experience is totally invaluable!
Always love reading your comments and waiting impatiently for more of your poetic gems to appear! Thank you Lucretious!!
Lodigiana xx
Hello Lodigiana...
I knew a couple who had a little boy...
She was an only child and was spoiled her whole life...
She kept pressuring that he wasn't doing enough...
She told him that she was going to find someone richer and he was afraid of losing her...
Our of desperation of keeping his family together he robbed a Bank...
He got convicted she divorced him and she married a mother rich guy...
They had a baby boy together and they got divorced too...
I think because he wouldn't rob a Bank...
She got a grip on Alimony and Child Support and she walked her walk thinking any man was just lucky if she said hello to him...
She judged me to my family and she was a daughter of their best friends and they hate me...
Because, I wasn't a material person and I was happy anyway and they hate what they don't understand...
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Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Hi Sparrowsong, that's a really sad story- but the problem is theirs- not you! You don't need to live as she did and that must make it hard for them to understand- so pleased you found something relevant in my poem and that you enjoyed it- thanks for taking the time to comment hun ! xxx
Lodigiana
Pardon me, my device has a mind of it's own again...
I'm sure you get it...
I wish we could edit comments...
haha so do I hun ! xx