GREED THE DESTROYER OF LOVE

There is gold in the mountains the tale was told,
Nuggets as big as goose eggs, other ore too,
Easy pickings for folks like me and you,
So off I went leaving family to seek for gold.

I told them I’d be back with money to spend,
They’d be fine as could be when I struck it rich.
I sweat and I dug, could not get rid of the itch
In the palm of my hand, I’d get gold in the end.

Days turned into weeks, months, then a year
The baby would be born, but I did not care,
Somewhere out there I’d get my fair share,
Then go back to the family of them to take care.

A gold nugget as big as an egg, all of it mine,
I’ll go a little further there will be more up stream
Then back to the family, or so I did dream,
But greed gripped me. Oh what terrible a crime.

I searched and searched more gold to find,
Getting richer by far than I need to live,
Not one fleck of it was I willing to give
To the hungry or cold, why should I be kind?

At last I went home as rich as could be
Longing for hearth and home and family,
Yet the house was empty, deserted you see,
For they all gave up waiting for greedy old me.

M Ann Margetson © June 19, 2000
2000/greed


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