The world is run by lunatics
Who build electric cars,
The tyrants and the billionaires
Who race to conquer Mars.
Their social worth is measured
By zeros on a screen,
The closest brush with poverty
A million in green.
I’ve nothing much in common
With the richest one-percent,
Treading water of existence
Until my time is spent.
I scream inside because I can’t
Buy gifts that you desire,
And pray my gifts of time and love
Will keep your heart afire.
As time erodes the fabric
Holding memories within
A continuum of instants
Clawing at our skin,
Reflect upon the moments
Defining all we are
A smile, a touch, a kiss
Replayed on nature’s VCR.
A thousand tangled synapses
Imprint the lows and highs,
From getting lost in Italy
To that Fijan beach sunrise.
I cannot guarantee
How many more we can accrue,
But I’ll do my level best to spend
Each one of them with you.
The planet’s run by maniacs
Who strive to own us all,
It’s sometimes overwhelming
Orbiting this fireball.
But then I think of all the times
Our eyes connect and I’ve
Come to realise that I’m
The richest man alive.
