The Luxuries of Life
Oh, the luxuries of life
to different folks it can bring strife
as something someone else may own
can be enough to bring us down
and want to own it for ourselves
because it is on another’s shelf
that is the way that we are
seeing others from afar
not knowing what their life may be
which may be full of misery
all we see are the worldly things
that the others life may bring
not knowing if they have a life
on which is free of struggle and strife
money does not buy everything
although it helps us do our thing
but people are the answer here
living breathing and oh so dear
all the money in the world
cannot make up for love unfurled
something that can’t be bought
and all of the efforts are for nought
as finding that one special person is hard
and most go through life without the reward
and make do with the best they can get
a prelude for failure and better yet
they try and and try again and again
and love defeats them in the end
as finding it is so very rare
and second best is all we can share.
Written by a cynic that has loved and lost…
Written 02/14/2023. Read my other poems at https://pondblog2011.com
“A cynic who has loved and lost!” Awww
You are right; it’s not the material things that we have that make us happy. Happiness comes from inside.
Like the rumblings of an empty belly?
Thanks for sharing this idea. Anita
Your are welcome.
“Written by a cynic that has loved and lost” – ha, ha, ha, ha! Is it better to have loved and lost?
Hard to say. At least, I have known love and then the other side of things when the love disappears. But, I have been single for these past 30 years and my only love nowadays is for my dogs.