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