By: Lynda Brezigar

State: Qld

Country: Australia

Prisoners Of Fortune

Buildings so secure
Conscious of all who walk near
Opulent furniture
Jealously guarded

The hands reach out
To caress the diamonds
Cold, aloof, sad

A fleeting look of longing
Of the minions and their laughter
A scowl to cover it up

Appearences are everything
Nothing else matters
The BMW parked just right
The gold inlay,
polished to perfection
Friendships made, on a bank balance
No warmth to be had...



Copyright © Lynda Brezigar 2000

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Comments: The more you have the more you give up...good one Lynda.

Name: Ed Allen
EMail: eallen553@aol.com


Comments: true money cannot buy happiness- but I feel so much happier with it-

Name: val magnuson
EMail: vallmagnuson@poetsporch.com


Comments: Right on, Ed. The more you have to conserve, the more conservative you become...
Reminds me of when i worked in an affluent suburb for a while. The more opulent the house, the thicker the bars on the windows..

Name: Rob Walker
EMail: walker5@one.net.au


Comments: And the sadder and more isolated you become ...

Name: RhymeMaster
EMail: rhymer01@thewritersnook.com


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