Avarice

How long since love graced your door,
and young footsteps fell upon your floor?
It started out for them, burning the
midnight oil, but soon you confused
money with love, then it was only for
you that you would toil.

Years have gone, turned to gray, and
you never listened to the imploring
words they tried to say. Your mind
bent with avarice, gaining what you
thought was all.

Too late you see there’s nothing
but ghosts and shadows in your hall,
a hollow heart,
a shell of a man,
will your riches break your fall?

V

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