POETIC JUSTICE
A blank expression on his face
that told the story of his life.
No rhyme or reason, just regret;
an open book, a testament
to broken dreams, and shattered hopes,
in chapter, verse and paragraph.
Then, with a twinkle in his eye,
a smile that spread across his face,
and chuckling softly to himself,
he told me that he couldn’t wait
to put the theory to the test;
proof positive of life’s reward.
“Ambition, greed and arrogance
won’t qualify us for a place
amid the company of saints,
no matter what our status is.
Humility, acceptance, faith;
above all, love will claim the prize.”
The beggar-man smiled one more time;
defiant to the very end.
A message issued from his lips;
a barely audible, but clear
reminder to those, lured through greed,
“Poetic Justice will be mine.”
Love the idea of 'poetic justice' and you made me think that it's not what we can take with us when we go but what we can leave behind, that counts.
ReplyDeleteThanks Andy; By the same token, it's not what wealth we earn, but the knowledge we gain that is our true legacy.
ReplyDeleteWell said Stan, I've posted this to TOP for you. Hope all's well on your side of paradise, our Spig sends his regards..
ReplyDeleteThanks Andy; bad weather & power outs have kept me off the computer. all's well; regards to everyone.
ReplyDeleteAh, this strikes nerves everywhere! Good post -
ReplyDeleteThanks tumblewords;It's not what you've got that counts...it's what you do with it.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. We get success all wrong nowadays - often we don't even know what it is.
ReplyDeleteThanks anthony; Everyone's definition of success is different - but its usually gauged in terms of monetary worth. We take for granted most of our really valuable successes.
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