Poetry Forum

Maybe my riches will come after my death,

the owned money of happiness, given and taken

like wages; the conspiratorial echoes of an earlier time

would alleviate the poverty of the promises that were broken.

Nice last line and I like the half-rhyme. You have a typo in your title, i think!

Cheers,
John

Thanks John

cut/ paste doesn't always cut it

But we're never gonna survive, unless
We get a little crazy

Seal

T

I believe I've heard that song. It's a good message.

Cheers,
John