| Written: NOV 6, 2003 |
Oh, sad, poor little me,
That this heart can sit idle;
Unloved until I can afford it.
A true man, and lover unequaled,
Yet not creditable for lack of means;
Can anyone not see past the net worth?
Your materialistic Heaven can be had,
But in the end were the sacrifices worth it;
Asleep in your shallow values, do you know?
All the things that were sought,
Excluded anything incompliant, of true value.
Now you dance alone; welcome home…
