WORLDLY WARES
I live surrounded by my worldly wares,
In wealth reside; this very fact I rue,
And look at all possessions. Furtive stares,
I throw at happiness but find no clue
To win one heady moment free of cares;
And feel it melting on my parching tongue;
To sing all lyrics that are still unsung;
And frolic unperturbed like mating pairs.
I see one laborer, then in genuine mirth,
When breaking stones, one moment he espies;
He wipes his perspiration from the eyes;
When sees his love and rolls on dusty earth:
My every moment with such pain is fraught;
I know that love is wealth, wealth is not.
