Some Little Thoughts
by Raymonde Sacklyn
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Bangles and things! Ornaments valueless! No songs I hear for nobody is there who
sings!
Wrangles of the day! Man strives to accumulate gold to pay
For position without thought of propriety and, then, his wealth to kiss,
And lovingly state: ‘This I have achieved: Oh! Heavenly bliss!’
Listen to the wind and rain! Hear its music for it is plain
That such gifts are worth more than ten million-score
Of man’s struggle to acquire that ardent and unswerving desire
To take when he leaves this earthly place: Onward! Ever onward is the race!
Ridicule me not that money I have not,
Fool that I may be, yet, I do know that man is most free
When he is bereft of pomp and power.
Then, most happy is the man, who, on viewing a monied plan
Will say: ‘No! Thank you, but, not today … or any other day.’
