Thursday, January 17, 2008

Golden

rags to riches--

HE EARNED HIS WEALTH

(I won't say how)

he worked

and tried

and struggled

and strived

and achieved.

THE AMERICAN DREAM.

all for her.

the one from five years of yesterday.

vapid damsel,

melodramatically murmuring

again and again and again

as if it were the only thing to occupy

that empty

airy

beautiful head.

"rich girls don't marry poor boys.

they don't marry poor boys.

I can't marry a poor boy.

can't marry you."

poor?

he?

not so.

MONEY ISN'T EVERYTHING.

he is everything.

he is the dreamer

the innocent

the beautiful hopeful,

hopelessly romantic,

doomed to destruction

because he's not ready

to let go

of his dream.

can't let go

of his hope.

can't let go of her.

sail away to the horizon

and dream.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I LOVE this poem!!!