April 4th, 2005

A Juxtaposition of Poetry

ganked from jackofallgeeks:

I worked for a menial's hire
Only to learn, dismayed,
That any wage I asked of Life,
Life would have willingly paid

But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

If these words seem repetitious
And the subject beaten dead
The reason that I still say it
Is it still needs to be said.
-Paul O'Neill

Dreams are without substance, and are still all we can be. Money is an *important* tool for achieving them, but still only a tool. And it does still need to be said. Thank you, Jack.