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by Jeffrey Parren

One can never understand
the value of time
until there's too much
or not enough of it.

Planted with the seed of possibility
I sit and weigh and think anxiously
only to never come to solution.

Immense boredom has stolen me
from remembering how to live.

Immense poorness is also at fault.

Never to have or have had money
has me spinning in circles
wherever I find to sleep
for any extended period of time.

The facade of clarity is over.

I'm lost and no one
wants me found anyway.

This is the truest blue period
or maybe black is better.

Beaten and defeated.

I give.


Posted on 10/22/2012
Copyright © 2021 Jeffrey Parren

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jody Pratt on 10/22/12 at 08:57 PM

Great poem, but I disagree with the perspective; "Immense poorness is also at fault." What is poorness? A lack of money? Money comes in two forms - paper that's not even useful as a note pad, and numbers on a computer screen. Neither are truly tangible, both are truly useless. Do you want wealth? Do you want happiness? Than seek out those things you would still have if the world's power were to shut off tomorrow: friends, family, and the experiences you can share. Even strangers are good for this, and trust me, people are the best boredom relief. Live rich my friend, without a dime.

Posted by George Hoerner on 10/22/12 at 11:44 PM

I thought things were picking up in the big wheel state of MV. There is poor and there is distitute. I have a cabin in the North GA mnts if you can get there. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of well paying jobs there. There are 3 WalMart stores in about a 30 mile radius. As for time believe it is better to have too much than too little. The problem is we rarely do much when we have a lot of time, only when we have little. Good luck.

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