Serendipity

Bankrupt, not in the least

There is still room for increase

Although lacking the evidences of wealth

Even if enjoying the best of health

For some it is the bank account that counts

And money piled high in mounds

While the seeming mendicant and beggar

Is indeed the one who is wealthier

On whom shall I bestow my treasures?

These entities of pleasure

For when I am dead and gone

Their productivity shall live on

When others money and wealth are no more

These shall continue to be an eternal store

For when I enter heaven’s portals

On the earth too I shall be immortal

Bankrupt, not in the least

Though never possessing an abundance of wealth

Yet owning more than enough

More valuable than goods and stuffs

When other die and are remembered no more

 I have in front of me an open door

They have created no legacy

While mine shall continue into eternity

I walked the earth as other men

Aspiring to get as high as I can

Ambushed by life I had to fight

And in me there was revealed a light

From this light others are ignited

To perception of real treasures heightened

And I gather valuable gems

Bankrupt, not I, not in the least

© Prince W Bradford 2016