Free Me

Free me 

from the material world

in younger years

yearned for more

not one internal smile 

or genuine fragment of happiness 

came from things

reflecting on my need for greed

a right old dingaling I was

Singing now from poorer page

as I rapidly age

simple life 

love of wife 

family and friends

enough to get by 

bread of life and shelter

my happiness is priceless

money didn’t buy.


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