Sprouts and Eggs

If I had a goose that laid golden eggs,
Or a tree sprouting hundred dollar bills.
I could have the wealth of a billionaire,
Funds aplenty in which to do as I cared.

The snap of fingers brings all my wants,
My needs attained by an others energy.
Mine towards more pleasurable pursuits,
Material possessions gracing every view.

Some could say, it so good having it all,
With a tree that grows and a golden goose.
All around would be so peaceful so serene,
To the eye, which doesn’t visualize at all.

As a blind eye turns away from the inside,
A place which money and gold cannot touch.
The need to secure necessary inner desires,
Longing for others who are of the same wants.

Lonely is a life filled with sprouts and eggs,
And no one touching the pleasures of inside.
Loneliness is snapped by an others presence,
Of laughter, the joy and companionship inside.

Sheilah Say