Untitled Poetry 9-24-12

Your eyes impart your valuation of every person you meet.
Your appraisal hangs in dollar signs above their heads.
The only measure of your ruler
Which is warped beyond repair.

We are always a negative, a debit in your mind.
No words or actions could reimburse
To your satisfaction.
We don’t play the game you choose
Ranking by credit score the people we love.
So, you rank us as poor foolish souls.

Poor fools are we....
We give laughter more value than dollars.
Friends more worth than coins.

Craving the support you deny
Our hearts ache for your love,
For all you have lost
For all you have forsaken
For all those denied access to your heart.

Loneliness awaits your journey’s end,
Which you will relish
And present to outsiders as our abandonment.
But we recognize your true choice,
And know you only wish
You could been solitary sooner.

You will have your happiness...
In dollars
And revel blindly in your success
Until breath leaves your body.

Our greatest hope is then you comprehend
The honest depth of our loss
And genuine truth in our hearts
When we tried so hard to love you
Just for who you are
With complete disregard
For your bank account.