take the best that others strove to build
and use it up in selfish reasons willed
to further his prosperity and worth
while all too many starved upon the earth
twisted thought within his mind
and saw himself as strong and kind
and on and on the cycle spun
with threads of gold he'd won
in labyrinth within
a shadow grew, and ghoulish grin
would haunt his dreams whene'er he slept
screaming of the yearning kept
chamber of the soul
that waking he might finally know
the games he played were never right
will he ever find the inner light...?
the oneness of all things
or the satisfaction sharing brings
? Michaelette ?
1998 Michaelette L. Romano
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