An empty glutton
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