Gold

Inspired by parents who wouldn't quit fighting over money.

Oh, how I wish never to become you,

Stuck in the odd predicament you are in.

Oh, how I wish never to witness what I already have,

Both of you let the fight win.

Oh, for the marvelous aura of riches,

You cannot sacrifice growing old.

Oh, if there is anything money teaches you, 

It is all that glitters is not gold.

Oh, your future is not worth fighting for,

Not if it is alone.

Oh, all I hear is arguing,

And that is what compels me to write this poem.

Oh, think back to the days of sacrifice,

You were oh so happy then.

Oh, now we live in splendor,

But splendor leaves loose-ends.

Oh, this fighting is not worth it!

Think back to days of old.

Oh, if the past could say one thing, 

What would it have told?

Oh, perhaps past said to be happy,

For all this will blow over.

Oh, perhaps past said let us wait,

Let us wait and maintain composure. 

Oh, but the message I leave,

It is not one of sorrow.

Oh, this one simple lesson,

Remember it tomorrow.

Love should be bliss,

Love should be pure,

Let money leave us,

If it means true love will endure.

Reviews

[Ziggy Jagger SpiderFrom..]

Jared, another deep and intense poem! i can really relate to you on this, my parents fight over money all the time and they act like the world is ending for them financially for various reasons when it's definitely not. I love the end
Love should be bliss
Love should be pure
Let money leave us
If it means true love will endure

This is so true and I feel the same way about my family.

My oldest brother is very financially stable and my other brother and i are struggling and we all compete to see who can give the best Christmas gifts, but my middle brother and I know we can't compete with him and it makes me sick.

I enjoy having nice things and being financially secure for sure but money causes a lot of problems for people and your poem makes that completely clear. Great work!

[Mr. Henley]

It's so unnecessary!