The Mansion Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin
The Mansion
I went to my friend's abode
A proud and mighty mansion
It got tons and tons of gold
Hanging in the chandeliers
And lots and lots of silver
Embedded in the kitchenwares.
My friend got millions
And countless of diamonds
Hidden in her safe
A sea of antiques
Her house is
Like a living museum..
Her room got its own fireplace
For wintertime
A motorised rippled curtain
That can be opened
In an instant
During summertime.
But in her heart
She felt like homeless
Of the wheel of sadness
And emptiness
In her life.
I live in a house
So old and tiny
Devoid of gadgets
And fancy furniture
Yet, I am
Absolutely happy.
I am just a simple person
With tons of gold
And lots of diamonds
Sitting at the bottom
Of my heart.
Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Wow wow, Rose Marie... I hope this poem will be chosen someday... a perfect 10+++
Thank you for your kind words and faith in me. As always, your visit is highly appreciated.
Wisdom for those who seek the wrong kind of wealth. Thanks poetess and friend.
Sometimes we are over-complicating our pursuit of the basics of happiness. We are possibly overlooking what we already have and missing out on happiness in the process. Having a “Mansion” with tons of gold hanging in the chandeliers and lots of silver embedded in the kitchen wares is far from making us happy.
I am just a simple person With tons of gold And lots of diamonds Sitting at the bottom Of my heart......fantastic expression. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.10
you are keen observer of life - self satisfaction carries (unseen) heavenly happy- I live in a house So old and tiny Devoid of gadgets And fancy furniture Yet, I am Absolutely happy. nice
Rose Marie, the last stanza says it all. There is a billionaire from Australia in his forties. Inherited wealth. Has everything but at the present time he is suffering deep depression. Material wealth is comforting to a point. We live in our minds not in grand houses.++10
I live in a house So old and tiny Devoid of gadgets And fancy furniture Yet, I am Absolutely happy......so moving. A beautiful poem shared astutely. Thanks for sharing.
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Yes! ! But in her heart she felt like homeless. The truth is better than silver and gold! She needs the truth to bring her wisdom! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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