Thursday, February 22

The Rich Man

There was a man that I once knew
As wealthy as no other,
His velvet pockets filled with gold
Worth more to him than any other.

His children sat in search of bread,
Not a penny did they see;
Hungry, frail and in the streets
searching for money to eat.

The rich man sat upon his wealth
Without a worry to his needs;
Cars, riches and homes of greed,
Not a dollar will he leave.

His children beg for help some days,
No food, they do not eat.
The man says it is good for them
For character it will bring.

This man eats in luxury
With paintings ‘round his walls;
When you ask for a penny
He retorts, “of course, with interest after all.”

No help did this man provide
For his children in dire need,
But if friends ask for helping hands,
He replied, “Of course, yes, indeed!”

His wealth is a god to him
Worth more than you or me.
The rich man sat with all his greed,
Upon his fragile dreams.

One day this man will grow old,
His children will not mourn.
For like the elephant they’ll not forget,
The torment he made them hold.

My heart aches for this man of wealth
Alone in his lonely world;
Alone with his house of gold,
Not a soul for him to scorn.

Now he lies in the world he reaped
As lonely as could be;
None of his children in his life,
For he dealt himself in greed.

The Rich Man by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, February 13

Enchanted Forest

I travel as the gypsies seek
A place of vision where trees do speak.
Enchanted lands with trees of old,
Silent as ghost with trunks of coal.
     Do you see the place I seek?

Air so crisp as the ocean breeze
I find myself in your mystery.
Enchanted lands where humble meet,
Your guiding light to the realm we seek.
     Do you see what I see?

Creatures hidden within your limbs,
You’re lifeless as winter comes in.
Striped of beauty in surreal landscape,
You speak as winds howl through your veins.
     Do you hear or does silence fall?

Fire torched you black as night
Cut you down to your birthright,
A path you leave for one to follow
     Do we stay or do we follow?

Enchanted visions yet I seek,
I step in past the unseen gate.
A forest floor as snowy white,
A dream I seek a surreal escape.
     Do you see the dream I speak?

Enchanted Forest has transpired,
Each and all to acquire.
The vision seen upon this page,
Enchanted Forest, now engage!

Enchanted Forest by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse