(7 September 1791 – 21 December 1863 / Rome)

Greed

When I watch folks of this world and see how widespread
It is for those, that pile up treasure and put on fat, to chafe
At the bit and grasp for more, the way they hunger for a safe
As broad as the ocean, and so deep, that it'd never touch the seabed,

I say to myself: ah, you herd of blind fools, bank away, bank,
Ruining your days with anxieties, lose night after night of sleep,
Do shady deals and diddle: then what? Old Granpa Time'll creep
In with his scythe, and slice away at your bundle of plans, hank after hank.

Death's hidden away, and hunkers inside the clock-tower;
And no one can say: Tomorrow, once more I'll
Still hear midday ring out like today, at this very same hour.

What's the poor pilgrim do when he takes on a rough and tough
Journey, knowing he'll travel but for a little while?
He packs a crust or two of bread, and that's enough.

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familiar message well told
A great poem to ponder with nice flow.
As broad as the ocean! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Death's hidden away, and hunkers inside the clock-tower......... Good poem on man's greed for wealth
First couplet of Greed I cite here: When I watch folks of this world and see how widespread. It is for those, that pile up treasure and put on fat, to chafe. At the bit and grasp for more, the way they hunger for a safe As broad as the ocean, and so deep, that it'd never touch the seabed....Truly Greed in honest words written by GGB. True words about poverty in a period of his life he created in this poem. Brilliant flow and sympathetically worded.
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