We dance and dance to jingle’s tune
And eager swallow every lie,
The promise of the silver moon
To hang ourselves in crystal sky.
We offer up each golden prayer
To mark our lives like none before,
And drape ourselves in jewels so rare
Like none but us can read the score.
And on our faces painted clear
Desire and lust out stripping need,
The thought of less our only fear
To justify our burning greed.
Our eyes fixed firm towards the light
That guides us to the good and true,
Expectance lingers in our sight
At offerings for the chosen few.
We grasp at gold within our reach
As fortune smiles her twisted grin,
To claim the riches that we seek
She offers us a way to win.
But what is it we find we hold
When all the glitter turns to rust,
And we are weakened, frail and old
And all our futures turned to dust?
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2021