False Paradise? Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

If time is gold, I rank among the rich,
Much time, I have, nobody bothers me,
No school, no chores, all leisure without hitch,
Untied with work, from obligations, free;

Think you, that seems unwise,
A life given to play;
Labor, none to despise,
And in mirth, there to stay;

My world, a virtual playground in the sun,
A moonlit getaway during the night,
A total haven of none to be done,
A paradise of graven art delight;

But no dream on which to embark,
For the poor statue in the park.