Gilt Edges

by Alan McDowell

Pushed constantly fore and aft,
bustled from pillar to post,
aren't we always the last,
to see what matters the most

consuming to salve our guilt,
we revere the pimps and the tarts,
forgetting the real gilt,
that resides in our self same hearts

gorged on celebrity juice,
our bellies are gorged with greed,
but Holmesian wit can deduce,
intuition is what we need

there may be no power above,
but don't fall on Babylon's knife,
the one value in life is love,
the priceless currency of life


Legendarily humble. Consistently contrary.

Last updated January 30, 2012