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Array ( [sid] => 1026 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => True Wealth [time] => 2002-07-23 21:12:32 [hometext] => Repost [bodytext] => I guess it’s all over. Our marriage has failed.
I’m sorry I’m not what you thought you had nailed.
No need to get dirty in times of divorce,
You say you want everything; Baby! Of course!

You take the house the car and the cat,
The paintings, the silver, our West London flat
The jewellery, the dinner set, all of the chairs,
the bookcase, the curtains, the French earthenware.

I’ll have the memories, the feelings, the thoughts,
Of days when we’d smile at each other’s retorts.
When words from the heart could tie up the tongue,
And ballads of blue need never be sung.

Go on, go ahead, help yourself, be my guest,
To the silicon implants that hold up your chest.
To the wardrobe of labels of last seasons taste,
The cool diamante, the pearls and the paste.

I’ll keep the gallery that fills up my head,
‘The picture’ ‘The Princess’ the day we were wed.
I’ll relish reminders as I reminisce
The resonant warmth of a once loving kiss.

Keep all the credit cards, take all the cash,
Add it to what you have probably stashed.
The business is yours and all of the shares.
Those hard sweating years, but why should you care.

Imagine the happiness all this can bring,
A ‘material girl’ with material things.
Possessions are allies of simplicity.
For what is true wealth remains within me.

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True Wealth

Contributed by Terry_Stephen_Driscoll on Tuesday, 23rd July 2002 @ 09:12:32 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

I guess it’s all over. Our marriage has failed.
I’m sorry I’m not what you thought you had nailed.
No need to get dirty in times of divorce,
You say you want everything; Baby! Of course!

You take the house the car and the cat,
The paintings, the silver, our West London flat
The jewellery, the dinner set, all of the chairs,
the bookcase, the curtains, the French earthenware.

I’ll have the memories, the feelings, the thoughts,
Of days when we’d smile at each other’s retorts.
When words from the heart could tie up the tongue,
And ballads of blue need never be sung.

Go on, go ahead, help yourself, be my guest,
To the silicon implants that hold up your chest.
To the wardrobe of labels of last seasons taste,
The cool diamante, the pearls and the paste.

I’ll keep the gallery that fills up my head,
‘The picture’ ‘The Princess’ the day we were wed.
I’ll relish reminders as I reminisce
The resonant warmth of a once loving kiss.

Keep all the credit cards, take all the cash,
Add it to what you have probably stashed.
The business is yours and all of the shares.
Those hard sweating years, but why should you care.

Imagine the happiness all this can bring,
A ‘material girl’ with material things.
Possessions are allies of simplicity.
For what is true wealth remains within me.

Copyright Â© Terry_Stephen_Driscoll ... [ 2002-07-23 21:12:32]
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Re: True Wealth (User Rating: 1 )
by chatabox on Tuesday, 23rd July 2002 @ 09:21:26 PM AEST
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phew Terry.....explosive piece of writing. You I am right with you on this one.
A man is rich according to what he is...
not according to what he has !
Excellant mate.

Re: True Wealth (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Wednesday, 24th July 2002 @ 01:30:58 AM AEST
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I remember this well...impossible to forget! You get a very important message across, expertly...as ever you do.
Lots of love
Chrissie x

Re: True Wealth (User Rating: 1 )
by Kassidi on Wednesday, 24th July 2002 @ 04:28:25 AM AEST
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Terry this is such a heartfelt poem, and it has a wonderful message. Lovely!
Kassidi

Re: True Wealth (User Rating: 1 )
by Ramfire on Wednesday, 24th July 2002 @ 05:15:28 AM AEST
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Hi Terry,
Reconciliation is sweet -can be as sweet as honey.

Always,
Laurie

Re: True Wealth (User Rating: 1 )
by Lia on Thursday, 25th July 2002 @ 02:41:57 PM AEST
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It's a shame how few ppl realize that 'thing's' are just that. They can lost, fogotten, broken, stolen, sold, burned, you name it. But what truely matters in our lives if we have a soul, is the things that can never be lost. Those things held deep down inside our beings. That are ours for ever more. :) muahhh, Lia

Re: True Wealth (User Rating: 1 )
by angelrae on Tuesday, 28th January 2003 @ 07:28:27 AM AEST
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A sad poem, but a very truthful one. This poem is beautifully written. It sets a lot of emotions on fire. Thank you for a wonderful poem

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