Modern Times II
MODERN TIMES II
So easy it is
to be swept away
overwhelmed
swept off our dainty feet
by the simple plenitude
I sometimes wonder
when enough is enough
and whether all this abundance
is not in fact
our greatest poverty
Posted on September 26, 2014, in Poetry and tagged Life, Madness, Poverty, Reflection, Regret. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.
Ben Naga 
I appreciate the sentiment, but I wish you would write another stanza or two – this feels only like the beginning of an idea – I want to know more. Nice beginning though 🙂
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Thank you. But the rest is deliberately left free for readers to reflect upon for themselves. Not wishing to be too directorial here. Not the poet’s duty, or right, I believe. 🙂
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You have and excellent point. Well expressed.
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🙂
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When I got married we were dirt poor but very happy. As our incomes grew happiness seemed to dwindle away until, when we finally thought we had everything, we discovered that we really had nothing.
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I rest my case. Although I still like to have enough to eat and to keep me and mine warm enough to survive. The rest are extras, after all.
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I like your addition: “swept off our dainty feet”. Much wisdom and truth in this poem – and as always you have a gift of expressing it succinctly!
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A built-in laziness, more like. 😉
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I concur and have often wondered the same thoughts. 🙂
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🙂
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Beautifully stated my friend…
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Thank you kindly. 🙂
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I think that is very true and it’s getting worse and worse… Very well said.
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I am grateful for your kind words, Denise. Let us attempt to keep the faith. 🙂
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