Gravestone

Titus 3:3 

For we ourselves were also once foolish, disobedient, deceived, serving various lusts and pleasures, living in malice and envy, hateful and hating one another.

 

 

“Use it wisely” it is said ... but to whose advantage?

Are not most investments made for selfish reasons?

All for one but me for self ... always on the rampage

At the expense of others ... here in or out of season

 

Keep on dreaming folks ... I live for myself

Me, mine and ours always on top of the list

I will share leftovers ... you know that very well

if they are spoiled a bit makes this another twist

 

Carve it on my gravestone ... in letters of fake-gold

“A dearly departed here who thought only of himself”

“He was dried up to the bone and if the truth was told

He never knew how to live” as others observed so well

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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