Nitty Gritty

You call it strange,but it just might not be,
For who knows whats real,what lies,what we see!
A fortune spent on a house you nev'r loved,
Yet the crippled beggar gets a last penny!

Our needs incline with decked desires
Of tastes refined and agony of the bland,
But why then I find the happiest child
Running down the lane,with a popsicle in hand!

Why then we rejoice and simply make merry
At the ritzy sights of fireworks afar,
Yet the untold,unheard wish always saved
For that one silhouette of a shooting star!

You think its a world,waits to be won
Fortune a treasure,you'd forever hold tight?
If so tell me,why a dying man yearns
For some mere beloved's last fleeting sight!

We walk on a moon and gape at planets
And bask in a glory,how weary are we!
Yet we parrade towards an awaiting twilight
A master puppeteer,whoever is He.

Living in a box of glass and mist
We think its a malady,its in control,
Yet a vast magnificient vale,awaits out there,
Landscapes in teal,and breathing charcoal!

Of faiths and hopes,so much we ponder
O'er death and pride,and conquered mile!
Yet all we ever need to be happy...
A travelling bag and an infectious smile!
-dp