A Splendid Expense

Recently read The Great Gatsby and I was inspired. This is my way of putting my thoughts of it into a poem.

We crease our flaws on the golden leafs of pleasure,

To have such wonderful foliage fall upon our crest in splendor.

Our fleeting hearts grow cold with this ashen desire

For lush bearings and copper threaded, filigree fortunes of wealth.

With delicately poised fingers, we embroider some false hope

Over our decadency’s of the past.