true wealth is the things we carry within us. in a strange way, i was happiest after almost dying and then being homeless. i saw things as i had never seen them before. do we own our possessions or do they own us? true freedom is being able to do what you want whenever you want. the american dream is really a nightmare in disguise.
true wealth is the things we carry within us. in a strange way, i was happiest after almost dying and then being homeless. i saw things as i had never seen them before. do we own our possessions or do they own us? true freedom is being able to do what you want whenever you want. the american dream is really a nightmare in disguise.
not being left with much happy stuff....but your poem does show that material loss is nothing compared to what losing our heart, our health, our muse....those can be much worse.
j.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..