At the end of day

I've owned this world of dirt and it has owned me

Broken bottles, a torn shirt, fading foam on the sea 

I've had a wife of flesh and she owned me

At the end of a days thresh all I had was borrowed felicity 

Interest paid on mediocrity, a sharecropper of death

We own nothing but hypocrisy, not even our own breath 

Reviews

[MrBlack202]

Strong words in every line. I love your poem

[Soren]

Thank you so much Black for the review and kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated

[John the Baptist]

The only thing we ever really have is our sense of I Am. It is enough.

[Soren]

You are right John it is enough. Thank you so much for the read and comment

[Chris Shaw]

We enter this world with nothing and we exit with nothing. We take nothing with us. Sort of brings you back to earth doesn’t it Soren? The bit in the middle is of no consequence in the overall picture lol. You got a smile from me here.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for your read and comment it is as always deeply appreciated. Yes I thought to myself while writing this how unfair it would be if some were allowed to take anything with. Nature is so much wiser and just than humans.