A man is only 

as good 

as a 

 

Dollar Sign!

There,

 

he lives!

 

Never shall another, see

any such soul,

And to any such detail,

Love so give

 

as much as mere thought 

or a vision conveyed,

 

to hurt’s 

searing terms

of Elysium there betrayed,

 

between an eye

sore,

of moisture,

And a heart, of acting, 

tired.

 

So trudges a man in the

worldly swamp,

awaiting,

 

A voice with intent, sincere,

Or an extension 

with concern 

entertaining:

 

A thought of what lies beyond,

Or an occurrence that below sight

Subsists:

 

A death

Still waiting

 

For life to but

An inch

Proceed,

 

Without

 

Meaning

 

Abating.

_________________

 

R.V. Smith: “Existence”, 04-22-23

 

© 2023 by Ryan Vincent Smith