I’m Everyman

I’ve traveled the world–
Looking for treasure.
Looking for pleasure–
So, I can get
A full measure.

I’ve seen the field.
I’ve seen the gold.
I’ve seen the generations–
Mining it for ore.

But why the lust,
For more and more?
Only to watch,
As they–slowly–sink–
Into the very same field,
A field of bones.

By: ElRoy © 2020

Opinion: We are ambitious by nature. But even after a life-time of effort, we still end up in the same final estate. So, does it really matter, if we receive more praise than our vain neighbors? Or, would our energy be best used in advancing unselfishness?

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