All decked out
To the "nines".
In your expensive
Brand name
Clothes.
Price tags
Still attached.
Strutting around
Like a gaudy Peacock
To my thrift store/clothing bank
Clothes.
And yet
I wonder.
Are you purchasing
Your happiness
With debit
And credit cards?
While
A crater exist
Within your soul
Yearning
For fulfilment.
As you look down
At people
Like myself.
Like we're gum
On the soles
Of your latest
Air Jordan shoes.
Never seeing
That true wealth
Isn't found
In a department store
Or an auto dealership.
Rather
In one's ability
To share
And help others.
Regardless
Of your needs
And wants.
In bringing joy
And happiness
To them.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: For the past 2 weeks, I have been battling, a very nasty flu bug that decided to arrive, a month earlier, than normal, for me. As this is, my third poem, I have written this month. Wish, I could say, all of my symptoms have gone away, but my asthmatic cough and nose bleeds are still hanging around.
