Poor guy, you're blооdy rich;
Even Forbes doesn't know how much!
One may dream of your fortune, which
You take every chance to enlarge.
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Not Enough is a cultivation of rhyming wisdom for the Ages, and I like how you cleverly refer to death as an 'unexpected guest' when so often that is exactly how it makes its ugly entrance. 'For what shall it a prophet a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? ' Mark 8: 36
Your poem has the inevitablility of Greek Tragedy, or maybe I should make the reference closer to home, namely, Dostoevskian inevitability. You introduce the theme of death in the sixth stanza with the word GRAVE but it's not his death until the ninth stanza when death is THE UNEXPECTED GUEST, and all of his thoughts and schemes, lusts and delights, privileges and perks, all the clutter of his life collapses and he does not even have the time to properly prepare his soul. Emily Dickinson agrees with your theme, SINCE COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH, HE KINDLY STOPPED FOR ME. Yet another hammer blow of inevitability in case we haven't yet seen the light of truth because of all the distracting glitter. This is a classic poem, Galina.
Well said and nicely put together. The gap between rich and poor forever widens.
'if you can't buy some love, You can certainly pay for ' Powerful punching lines. A nice write that gives some good message 10/10