I have everything a man could want and yet nothing that I need My possessions serve no purpose than to demonstrate my greed
Should fire break out within my home or flood waters start to rise I could walk out empty handed as of yet I have no prize
Some people have their treasures that they'd collect from different rooms But I have no things of value nothing precious, no heirlooms
But to be with you quite honest I'm not sure if its good or bad Does it mean that I am lacking something I've never had
Or does it mean that maybe I don't worship gold and rings and that the people in my life are the most important things
ŠA Thomas Hawkins 2010 http://poetryinprogress.com
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