Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Spoilt for choice

Live gives me options
the first is called wealth
in whose shelter, I can live
the life of luxury and stealth.

Then there is a second
it is called fame
fame that spins me a rare story
it can give me wealth and glory.

Happiness, the third is named
elusive, mysterious and slippery
if you choose this, says life
your time will know no pain, no strife.

Spoilt for choice, I am offered love as fourth
deep, lasting, enduring and true
Love that knows no language, no boundaries
Love that can bring peace to you.

Me with my presumptuous, cocky confidence,
I disregard all choices.
I ask for you.
Life, in all its innocence, offers me my due.

I smile as I receive all of wealth, fame, happiness and love,
in their purest form, rare and true - you.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

boundries and sixers ! only a god of poems is capable of :P