I hang from the top shelf of a hard life <br />like a dusty and old lambrequin <br />Thus tattered by parasitic mites and torn <br />from the sheer weight of my grasp <br />I gaze at the many rich food stuffs and prized <br />white elephants that safely exist <br />Just beyond my tried and failed reach in my futile <br />attempt to possess their reward <br />Like the meaningless shiny things carried back <br />to the nest by a greedy crow <br />And placed there in the sunny window <br />of its relatively darkened existence <br />Purely but significantly as a trophy to be <br />seen and thereby envied for its plumage <br />Though it be of anything other than a strictly <br />ornamental garnishment or trinket <br />With not even the abilities of a b_stard wing <br />let alone provision or stipulation <br />I hang from the top shelf of a hard life…. <br />Not wanting to quit or give <br />When I still have the strength to hang on <br />ten seconds longer than the next guy…. <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/greed/
