Spent
See how I spend my days
As if time were a pocketful of coins
To hand one by one to a driver.
Five spent on the computer
Ten in front of the television.
Even the two or three I pay
To poetry clink against an empty cup.
I am forced to stand, imitation gold,
Stiff on the corner of eternity,
Playing for coins I spend on nothing.
I will collect them as someone drops them into my cup and from there I will simply drop them into another cup and so on and so forth until that one human stops dropping them and keeps them for their self. That makes a mockery of all generosity, mayhaps it is better to waste them than to spend them eh?
ReplyDeleteThis is a bleak view, I most say! I suspect you have been overwhelmed by the magnificence of sights in your trip and it had forced you to ponder the meaning of it all. It is a powerful piece.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm.....I like it. I hope you're not spent completely on the frivolous. The two or three you pay to poetry believe me aren't clinking against an empty cup.
ReplyDeleteI have been really really considering my coins lately - every day I make a pact with myself that when I get home from work I'll do things worthy of my time. And every day I get home, spent, and sit in front of the computer. Perhaps I should carry around ACTUAL coins...
ReplyDeleteI like this poem a lot. Your poetry coins are well spent. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteEvery penny well spent! :)
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