Sunday, January 31, 2016

Owner and renter

A pretense of ownership garners no rights

From the market to the mountains, this is a renter’s paradise

Just ask those about to leave, empty handed without wealth

Of any color, from gold to green, the burden of ownership

Was never given, it is assumed, and taken as real, a sure path

Towards misery, the road forked a long time ago, offering a choice

A fleeting one, if one can remember, renters come and go

They never seek to build a path to happiness

Realizing it is already there, nothing is asked for or kept

The mind is on rent, a temporary roof till we find ourselves

Whether owner or renter, one can leave with only one bag

Filled with happiness or misery, that’s left to us