Is This What We Die For?
What would we die for?
To be rich with millions of
pieces of paper,
is this what we die for?
To see green growing
in vaulted chambers?
To look upon a neighbor and say,
I am richer than you?
And what of the old man,
the one with the sad eyes,
what would he die for?
A place out of the bitter wind,
perhaps?
A bottle of wine, a warm coat?
What does one look upon and say,
I would die for that thing?
A bit of rain failing
on parched, sun-glazed land?
Fifteen minutes of fame
and worshipping masses?
A word that hangs in the air forever?
Or a lonely mountaintop
with the mysteries of the universe
rising with the sun?
And if, by utter chance,
the world were to end in an hour,
what then would we die for?
About the Creator
Maria Shimizu Christensen
Writer living my dreams by day and dreaming up new ones by night
Also, History Major, Senior Accountant, Geek, Fan of cocktails and camping
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