I, A Fool
I’m amazed, if not crazed, how days do slip away.
Nights and mornings trade places before I’ve had my say.
I busy myself with daily duties and the miniscule.
The torrid tasks allow no time to ask if I’m a fool.
A fool who falls for exigencies and rarely ever sees,
Afforded benefits wrought from passing opportunities.
A fool whose sole concern is gaining wealth and power,
Through any ways in countless days to the final hour.
A fool who places things ahead of people every time,
With no revulsion to convulsions if they generate a dime.
A fool who finally falls victim to life’s golden rule
That life speeds by and without love all the rest is cruel.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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