An Endless Quest Poem by sylvia spencer

An Endless Quest

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Hear a kid of today it's always the same,
I am afraid to say.No goodbye or see you tomorrow
it's all about them and what they can borrow.
Money spent on useless things, then comes a
mountain of dept and the sadness it brings.
Everything is status, they must go one better
trying to match up to the best go getter.
Then there's some that always want more,
so they live above there means as never before.
These things are out of reach, to a mininum wage
earner but most of that money becomes a pocket
burner to a very early learner.They sometimes think
that money grows on trees, especially when it comes
to those University fees.
When Christmas comes they want the world and his
wife, but don't they realise that we have a life
Our life is for giving and their's is for taking,
but truthfully folks it's all our own making.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ernestine Northover 09 June 2006

How true, how true! We are no longer strong enough to beat the world, with all its offerings! Money talks now, the media, hype everything up, and we are on a rollercoaster unable to get off! Good write. Love Ernestine XXX

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Duncan Wyllie 09 May 2006

If a beacon of gold is what you've been told from old is what you must hold then this will return to the ground, but if a kind action is found then this can be reground and heard again in hearts sound, A great message from a great writer of words, love Duncan X

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Esther Leclerc 06 May 2006

I agree with Brian - great summary line. I'm thankful that my kids are different. Parents, grab their antennae when they're young! Then, just hope... Materialism is a learned philosophy supplanting the ideal of the Golden Rule. Sad...

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Brian Dorn 06 May 2006

Sylvia, '... it's all our own making.' A perfect line to end with. Good write! Brian

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