This world is rich in touch and sounds <br />Of green paperbacks and solid gold <br />Or maybe the nickel and copper around <br />Entwined in goods and cash enfold <br /> <br />The taste of victory and triumph we seek <br />For glory we toil in misery <br />Revere the great and mock the weak <br />To aid the latter but only cursory <br /> <br />The gleam of life so brilliant we fail <br />To see the stunning burst of colour <br />Our eyes and senses ebb and ail <br />Numbed by struggle so undue and sour <br /> <br />Sprinting forward, we kick up dust <br />That block our view and encircle us <br />In snares of greed & hate & lust <br />Nothing but carats about we fuss <br /> <br />Today i saw a burst of hues <br />Joie de Vivre, no longer blue!<br /><br />Tiffanie Lein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-37/
