Swimming in a lake of pure gold
Doesn't matter when there's no passion to hold.
Although his pockets seem bottomless,
And his wallet was as thick as the darkness.
His heart confined more than one wrinkle.
Isn't a tycoon's eyes supposed to twinkle?
During the blossoming season of his existence,
Classical melodies and his heartbeats were in convergence.
The lights of the music hall were shining brighter in his dreams
But, his ideal was received with heated words and even screams.
In a moment of fear, he left his passion melting under the sun.
Can a void be filled by the fortune that has been won?
In moments of agony, when every inch of his heart feels dry
He wonders what could have happened if he has refused to comply.
Very impressive write, Christa Rod. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully, expressively written, and accurately conveyed his sorrow and agony. I'm conservative when it comes to rating, but this one deserves, and will be awarded, a 10!