Farewell of Wealth

An English project, the suicide note of a wealthy businessman.

Bury me with my cadence to arms

The chime of a church bell

The tick of a pocket watch

And the silk of an imported kerchief.

I cry for the poor

I pray for the rich

We who see not the strife below us.

This skin, the hands of merchants

And entrepreneurs alike

Burns with dishonesty.

I am your blemish and your beauty

Your flaws and your perfection

Your regal and your impoverished

I am gold, I am dust

I am love, I am pain

And here is where I meet my end.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Reviews

[disconnectedspirit]

my eye is not unholy, it is called discernment..

[disconnectedspirit]

i thought you were someone else..the anthony suicide note notified me otherwise

[disconnectedspirit]

oops wrong person,.,,

[disconnectedspirit]

I really hope that suicide thoughts are not coursing,,I would be lost without reading these poems..

[disconnectedspirit]

LOL...their is nothing unholy of wealth...not at all, it is how you use it, God made David and Solomon incredibly wealth...I am hoping that suicide is not on the mind..