The Good Life Poem by Tracy K. Smith
The Good Life
When some people talk about money
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover
Who went out to buy milk and never
Came back, and it makes me nostalgic
For the years I lived on coffee and bread,
Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday
Like a woman journeying for water
From a village without a well, then living
One or two nights like everyone else
On roast chicken and red wine.
money is everything as like the precious life and bleaky death; but money is not permanent peace!
Brilliancy in simplicity! Relatable to all people. Anywhere. She touches your soul with honest life struggles.
Wonderfully sketched the struggle of a life's journey. It's in fact, a marvelous poem. Thanks to share with us.... I like to rate it: 10 out of 10.... and, oh, yes! Congratulations, dear poet, as the new poet laureate of USA. I consider it the nation’s highest honor in that field. wishes.
Like a woman journeying for water From a village without a well, then living One or two nights like everyone else On roast chicken and red wine. beautiful comparison, coffee and bread.... then roast chicken and red wine, the woman going to fetch water where there is no well........ beautiful really. your imagination is wonderful. tony
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5/4/2024 3:12:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Typical experience with money. Well written