An empty glutton

 
 

When I reflect I am deep with blackened distraught

the judgement that ensued from my arrogant thought

I would deem these people as heartless, yes

and now the emptiness swells within my chest

“A glutton, overweight and obese

can he not detach himself from the feast?

You have all the riches and you eat so plenty

you are disgusting, your restraint is empty”

Now looking closer, I can clearly see

the emptiness was with him, not me

His story, like all, is never fully known

all we see is that man that is overgrown

Raised by maids and dripped in gold

They obey from him what command they’ve been told

The world’s material at a finger’s tip

yet deep inside his soul is sick

Sick with anguish a maid for a mother!

and married to his gold, he haseth no lover

The nights he would anguish for his mothers touch

an empty request, only maids, gold and dust

To comfort himself, he indulged in provision

The inner-child trapped in a love-less prison

Who would not do the same? Perhaps you or I?

Do not fool your arrogance with a despicable lie

Gold and children and surely life’s jewels

But our deeds take us further, remember this rule

The only judgment that you are permitted to pass

is reflect on your deeds and then you may cast!


The love of a mother is a priceless gift

no money could come close to compensate this

the food from a mother will nourish both souls

All other food is just sustenance, bartered for gold

If you mother raised you, you’re among the blessed

swallow your judgment, I assure you it’s best

Our roles as parents are never complete

Have we earned to stand with heaven at our feet?

And how do we earn this honourable task?

Is something the mind, should consistently ask

There are many lessons for us, but if there were one

To be a good father, you must be a good son