Maris of the golden eyes,
You in all innocence
Looked upon a lovely world
In wondering shyness.
Beauty beckoned,
Then turned the corner of another day
Leaving in her stead
An unknown one,
The stranger to light.
Maris of the saddened eyes,
In your pity,
Looking from another world
Have compassion on beauty
Who thoughtlessly turned away,
Leaving another in her place
The stranger to light.
HUNGER
I have journeyed toward the city
On the long, long road of Life,
I have learned how little Pity
Plays a speaking part in life.
I have learned that only Money
Is the voice that’s heard today,
Calling for God’s milk and honey,
Even Hunger has no say.
I have reached the city’s center
By the crooked road of Hell,
For Starvation’s been my mentor
And has taught her lesson well.
MONEY
Money—you Harlequin of the great masquerade of life.
You wear the dollar sign as your mask.
It may hide you—yes, for a time,
But when at last grim reality stalks into the midst of the festivities,
The mask is ruthlessly torn away, and then—is seen
The true expression hidden behind it—the cruel visage of discordant greed.
THE CHOICE
Words are jewels rare—
If need be
Words are sometimes fair
You heed me,
But our choosing makes them seem
The reflection of a dream.