Use It, But Be Right Poem by Brian Taylor

Use It, But Be Right



I wish I was a millionaire
could take it all and give it you
and you and you
and you and you and you
and send you off to let you do
just what it is you want to.

Use it and be right.

And so they left the millionaire
and all went off to everywhere
to do
just what they wanted to.

Use it and be right.

They went. They worked. They played. They slept.
They won. They lost. They laughed. They wept.

From joy and pain
came back again.

One came back in a wooden box
six foot long and bones were its locks.
One came back in a miser’s fist
with fingers growing through the palm.
One came back with the peaceful eyes
of those who have never done any harm.
One came back with a crowd of friends
and a fountain of laughter that never ends.

But one came back as a star in the sky
which twinkled and smiled as it floated by.

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