by Sorrows In A Serenade

A shower of confetti; of luck
Of joyous smiles and happy times
Pattering lightly

Who cared to admire
Those pearls of labour?
Who cared to pity
That wasted beauty?

How fine! They said
Not of the treasures they foolishly threw
But of the reality they misconstrue

Unseen, unfelt, unappreciated.
The man bows,



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One Comment to “Rice”

  1. So true and sad, human nature.

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