Ahead, Nothing More Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Money and wealth
used to accompany class

Now more often than not,
it tends toward the crass

There used to be style
that went along with good luck

Now nouveau riche dogma
just passes the buck

The internet minions
and rappers galore

Litter our vision
as they buy out our stores

This newest gold standard
obsesses with bling

Their knowledge in tatters
they read not a thing

All intention is focused
on numbers that climb

Like lasers, they pierce
the mercurial dime

But time marches onward
for rich and for poor

Looking back, a past wasted
—ahead nothing more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2018)