A Lot To Lose Poem by Nick krakana

Our great land
Has come a good long way
A dizzying pace one could say

The rain is the same
As it was... back then

My neighbour down the way
Didn't feel to good today
So i plowed his field
Planting seeds along the way

Nary a thought... of pocketing one seed
For we did not know
About this word greed
As I walked the furrows
Behind his gentle steed

Has it been said... A fish will spoil
From its head on down

Greed is a comfort word... Prominently found
In the business world and all around

An oxymoron of a stumbling block
Clouding up our every thougt

Nick Krakana Sr.
October 23rd 2019