lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


3 December 2006

79: he was

He wasn't rich, he was wealthy
and the difference was clear as caste
He looks over the terrace,
over hundreds of millions of
ants - no, humans - they are and they were,
begging for time and its modernity.
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