For whom, buying is his nature
To replace with buy another
After another, just buy, just buy
With no strings of ownership, with pride
Replace to have in bountiful, just buy
Why ever not, if afford is nothing
But a common currency, in abundance
What is value to a man
But then I saw another of man
Sat with patience, with delicate parts to mend
He took out and placed back together in repair
With broken clocks, he hanged as new
With more pride than ever before
And sat back to appreciate it's value gained
What is value to a man
Who buys, buys to replace
He buys, he buys, with no regard
powerful and true.
ReplyDeletewhat is value when you can just buy another...and this translates across life when we treat nothing as special you know...thought provoking write...
ReplyDeleteWhat is value? I used to value what was bought, but found no joy in such...now I value what was found, at no cost, such as these poetic thoughts, and I take much more pleasure from this. Really liked the mention of the non working clocks, and the pride despite
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem and agree. Cheers, Wendy.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love the way you have captured this thought. The repetition of the words imitates his behavior (buy, buy) but does not diminish the value of this poem. Beautiful thinking, beautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteI love your ending it seems like the world is becoming like this now. Why did you buy this in the first place was it only to take up a empty space that you thought should be filled this one is so true I like simple life and do not spend or buy to buy great poem
ReplyDeletehttp://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/13/a-new-life-begins/