Once a Wisecrack

I live in a large, imposing house
Built in the city of social patrons
Where all powerful flesh and bones
hold one’s breath and golden throne.

I dwell in plethora of diamonds
Away from indigence and misery
The envy of a frowzy servitor
And epitome of rational reality.

I reside in the world of classic faces
Swagging sapphire, climbing the giant Sequoia
Where tycoons aboard the keen carousel
And artists embrace camera with their easel.

I wander the hall of wizardry
Elitist doth meet, scoundrel’s worried
Restless mind keeps its journey
As wiseacre around concealed.

I resign from the well of a wisecrack
Before it drives sanity as imbecile
Ceased dawdling, had it scrap
Just enough for a worthless lie.

I have to confess I am no rich
Somehow I dream I would be
Yet, like the enchanted Roman nymph
I wish I could face life with full glee.

Now, I lean on dusky, shattered window
Playing vista in the sky
No more daydreams, no more lies
Barely let kismet lead me by.


Wealth doesn’t always bring happiness.
People with 10 million are no happier than people with 9 million.

~ Unknown

Once a Wisecrack was first published online on Voice.net in 2010. Here is a heartwarming response from my audience and I am glad to catch someone’s attention:

“Amelia a fancy-full tale of the girl who got everything she wanted, and still wasn’t happy. It all sounds wonderful with diamonds, homes and thrones; but true wealth is from loving friends and family and no amount of money can buy that. Thank you for sharing these thoughts with us, Amelia, and reminding us how wealthy we really are. :)”

Ymatruz is the author of poetry book: The Coffee Cries Foul. She founded PoetsGig.com hoping to accommodate works of other poets and writers, anywhere in the world. She also writes about her blogging and migration experience on PoetsGig. Her motto: "By experience you learn. By embracing mistakes, you become a master of perfection."
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