Illusive Riches Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking down streets alone, watching for signs of life as
visions pop into this mind.

Calculating major formulas of physics, finding they have
a part in facets of death, totaling particles and fibers
of this time, unlike any other in life.

Thoughts beckoning and taking life above routines of daily
mundane tasks.

Qualifying aspects of propriety fall aside, as people run
after illusive riches of this world, forsaking priceless
treasures of the soul held interiorly.