Sometimes I wonder,
had I been richer,
beautiful, well-dressed,
with style like Ava Gabor -
A flair for grace like,
Sophia Loren;
perhaps; never considered
me to be as much
A lover of the glamorous life,
as some of my friends;
whose beautiful homes,
perfect, well decorated,
with manicured lawns,
I experienced
much of my life
while being entertained
by them time after time.
Lovers of tangible beauty
they are -
I am richer.
The stock market
is up, then down;
or so they report
from their plasma T.V.'s.
While I please
to listen and watch
natures ever changing
form.
They travel to and fro
and afar;
gather to breast
places and possessions
in a frenzy
of hope and wishful desire
sated by their lust
for the material.
Moreover, they are lost,
as I consider life
and style -
I feel, I am the
most satisfied,
stronger friend/acquaintance
of a troupe of
wandering souls -
Barefoot, ragged jeans,
opposite to their;
manicured, sandaled toes;
refined - amid color
co-ordinated attire.
Hearts filled with
energetic longing,
never fulfilled,
conscious dreamers;
which means, simply,
that being rich or poor
has nothing to do
with our inner hero;
that being, happiness
of spirit.
I am kin and friends
to many lost and lonely
souls.
@~j.h.~
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