It unites us,
this dream
to have choices.
Whether to work
or laze,
decide our futures
instead of waiting
for opportunity.
The universal language
of need - not greed.
We've lost control
caught up in the flow
of magazine lifestyle.
The one we desire
and reality…
to walk through town
- not asking the price,
carrying the labels
which define our success,
- purchases we don't need.
It's universal
the conviction that money
will right all our wrongs
and make the world spin
in our direction.
When we buy a ticket
we've planted the seed.
The seed of our fantasies.
Please NOTE: in retirement I have closed most of my web pages including francesmacaulayforde and poetscornerwa. Both of these pages have now been taken over by a bot. However, I have retained my Wordpress BLOG or my ETSY shop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem