Can we purchase memories?

He ran a race,

A fierce one,

Among money-minded souls,

Weighing upon the earth.

 

He fought a battle,

A ferocious one,

With a thirst to stay,

Up, at the top.

 

He never turned,

For the fear,

Of missing the prey,

Staying focused.

 

He finally did,

Reach the top, one day,

But returning to celebrate,

He realized none was on wait.

 

What he really missed,

He never had a clue.

Until he felt lost,

Devoid of love.

 

We are shrouded,

By the curse of wealth,

What we fail to perceive is that,

Love, faith and trust are all devoid of currency.

 

After all what we take with us,

When we die,

Are those tiny little memories,

Filling our heart and soul,

Never failing to lit up a smile!

….Sara

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6 comments

  1. matheikal · November 14, 2015

    Wealth has stolen love!
    Nice poem.

    • Sara · November 14, 2015

      Glad you like 🙂

  2. ricky1871 · November 14, 2015

    Really lovely, I enjoyed reading.

    • Sara · November 14, 2015

      Thank you Ricky 🙂

  3. TylerLearnsToWrite · November 15, 2015

    Too much of anything can destroy. 🙂 Impressive 🙂

    • Sara · November 15, 2015

      thank you 🙂

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