Alexandrian Sonnet - 34 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Alexandrian Sonnet - 34



Who then is a rich man, who is poor?
Who can give thousands or the widow's mite,
Charitable only to those who can fill your store
Or to they who cannot pay back quite?
'All men hungered and desired for happiness:
Some were satiated with wind; the slaves of ambition,
Some swallowing the sparks thrown out from furnace,
They are the slaves of anger and infuriation.
Some were satiated from the fruit of the earth's crust,
They are the slave of avarice; every greedy seeker,
Others who were the slaves and worshippers of lust
Where drinking from the fetid lake and putrid water1.
The poor are not those who don't have or give or venture,
The rich are the unsatiated seekers of every earthly pleasure.

1. St. Bernard

Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death,sonnet,african poem
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