"Wealth"

Your wealth you say is fortune,

Your rings are made of gold;

Your clothes all have fine labels,

But what have you really sold.

Your wealth you say is position,

Your name upon a door;

Your office finely furnished,

But in achievement are you poor.

Your wealth you say is knowledge,

Your bookshelves lined twenty-fold;

Your library quite impressive,

But what have you really sold.

Your wealth you say is friendship,

Your friends seek plenteousness, too;

Your friends seem well-installed in life,

Have they sold the same, as you.



Your true wealth has been sold,
A blind god bought in its place;

                Wisdom would disperse this knowledge,                
The mirror of life would reflect your face.

                 Alicia O'Hara  

                      c. 26 November, 2011   

           ~Beannaichte'

           27 April, 2015 

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