………….Wealth
If all we hold and all we touch
…Determines rich or poor,
Then those who live in little huts
…Are sore in need, for sure.
If pedestals and public praise
…Are measures of a man,
He’s poor when fickle turn away,
…And he’s an also-ran.
If men are rich by length of days,
…Then newborn babes are broke,
As well as those in early days
…Felled by Grim Reaper’s stroke.
But if there is a something else
…That all can have or not,
A something that’s the greatest pearl,
…Then that’s man’s Camelot.
Then, fame and fortune fade away.
…For, lost is their allure.
Perhaps the one in hut is rich;
…The one in palace, poor.
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photo by Stella Bogdanic at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ni0vxMq/african+hut+2
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.
Sometimes I marvel at the sublime because that is where life lives….. Your picture takes me there.
Yes, if we can only rise above the here and now to what matters most.