After All It Is Not The Money

when you finally have the money
in your hands
and you can buy what you want
you begin to ponder
saying this is not what i need
this is not the one that makes me happy
and secure

all i need is you, but then the other is gone
what do you need someone for
who is not here with you anymore

you shift paradigms
you jump over the fence and climb another hill
you gasp for meaning

shall you find it then? good luck, climb another hill
face another twilight

you know the consequences of this mortality
we bleed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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