A few pennies i once had
Too scared to spend any for fear of loss i thought
When the world is less dangerous
And the earth is purged of the mad
And all the thieves have gone to sleep
And all the wicked have sworn to love
And tomorrow is as predictable as gravity
Only then would i be free to taste that which was mine
So I buried my treasure...ten, maybe nine feet below
Away from every greedy eye
I spent not a penny on my needs
Lest the borrowers sense that i was a man of means
Then i waited..and waited..and waited
Till i grew weary of waiting
Weary of hating
Hating the brave for daring
Daring to do what i'd been fearing
Daring to live LIFE
While i chose to save mine.
Dan Abia
1st October 2008
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