As blows the wind upon land
Sweeping all in its wake
Thus flees the glory of this world
In your days take heed brethren
In totality to live right
Right and nice
For the melting ice
Of wealth and trappings
Beneath your sacred feet
May one day give way
And carry the weight
Of all possessions
Loved and cherished
From the poles of plenty
Percolating across
The tropics of scarcity
Leaving you vain
Helpless in the face
Of howling storms of life
This life
Without shelter, and naked
Alone
In
The
Rain!
© October 2011
© October 2011
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