Eternal Home Poem by Nick Kler

You play this game of life
As if it was for real
Knowing the truth all along
Nothing can be taken from here

Piece by piece you sell your soul
In return of some chips of gold
You protect and you pamper
your body more than your soul
As if it was really your own

What would you do my friend?
When time comes to an end
Completely broken and utterly lost,
you would stand truly on your own
Like a homeless trying to find a shelter
Out in the coldest of nights

Shattered soul that you gambled away
Was your only treasure
Worth more than gold
Your only guide to an eternal home

nick kler