Another Fall

To one so used to love as he,
‘twas hard to brave such poverty
no fancy cars or wealth to waste
no get-out clause if married, haste.
One cruel twist of fickle riches
reduced him now to digging ditches –
Unused to economic woes,
his leather boots have splitting toes
and now his thoughts are poor-men’s things
like catching crabs and eating kings,
But, content, he settles down
and casts away his tarnished crown;
vows instead to take his pleasure
as it comes, in smaller measure.
When you experience extremes
just sit and listen to your dreams:
don’t expect a lotto win
but write instead of life…

….and sin.