Words: K.Botka
3/11/08
Standard of wealth arbitrarily set by man
Purified in the fire to separate the dross
Mined in earth’s recesses
Chiseled & blasted to gather in mounds
Much found by chance
Some panned from rivers by men in dirty pants
Men slave & burn with desire to acquire what’s smelted in the fire
Why desire what many falsify to draw eyes
To what’s perishable?
Flesh & blood will pass away
Gold that lasts can’t be seen
It’s in the hearts & minds of those who dream
Of an Eternal Kingdom whose streets are paved with gold
Author notes
I'm not interested in the gold one wears!
A contest entry
- Money Isn't Everything....Right? by Sam-a-nantha.
1200 points, ended March 21, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Excellent take on the prompt! Congratulations on the recognition!
Ken
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this is very beautifully written. I love your style, and I love the message buried in this poem. Thank you for sharing.
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I agree, I have no use for such a soft metal, it does not make good bolts or even the most trivial things like Keys.
and wealth is worthless should one lose his/her soul.
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This is a great write, I really enjoy it. Streets paved with gold, like it's a common thing... what's of real eternal value. happily, we shall see
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You're are exactly right. Things that are material never last, it's the things that remain unseen which will last forever. Awesome job!
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