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A fortune,
told, or, spent…

…has, many colours,
from; fuschia pink,
to, undulating,
mammoth-mountained,
hills of green,
to, shimmering,
chasms of gold,
and, all hues,
in-between.

A fortune,
wisely owned? Or, lent…

…to dullards,
won’t stop, to think,
while masquerading,
that, it hasn’t counted,
every bean,
and, hidden in,
those eyes, of old,
the coins, on lids, imbued,
unfareness seen.

A fortune,
buried, long ago…

…made by; currency,
inheritance,
or, everything,
you’d want to know,
are, all kept,
under, lock, and, key,
but, none, are found,
under, haloes,
or, in secrets, left untold.

A fortune,
scuppers, flooded souls…

…wrecked, by money,
the ring-ed fence,
bullion bars, that glow,
are, woefully inept,
to swim, in; cosmic seas,
they begin, to drown,
under, they go,
as, fortunes told,
ken, sinking, slow.

And, in; sparkly, shiny, final breaths.
They realise, the ugly truth…

…What proved; invaluable, until death.
Has; no value, in; universal sooth.

© poormansdreams

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