What’s to lose and what’s to gain
we work our lives away in vain,
the poor can never get ahead
illusions render poor refrain;
the rich get richer by default
off the backs of all the rest.
Perhaps this life just a test:
with no money to invest
no treasure hidden in some vault
day-to-day, we peck away
just trying to keep the bills at bay,
counting hours as they pass
with very little time to play.
Yet when the reaper comes at last
what is it that we’ll have to show
for all the trials that we faced?
Perhaps it’s time to reassess,
to take a stand for what is best.
Empty, full or in between
we each interpret what is seen…
we count our joys, however rare,
the happiness that we have gleaned.
We weigh the tears that we have shed,
each exhausted minute spent,
every drop that we have bled
each smile, each laugh, each wrinkle earned
each loss, each gain, each heart we’ve spurned
while trying to grasp with clarity
if we are where we’re meant to be.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
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