A game so unworthy
keeping up with the Jones’
creating a false image
leading to a throw of stones
I do need the competition
after all, it’s hard enough
winning little battles
and struggling through the rough
Pulling with calloused hands
in a silly tug ‘o war
creating the grass stains
and pain that I abhor
My lust for wealth has withered
I want the simple life
three meals a day, that’s all
avoiding hours of strife
understanding and tolerance
putting judgment to a halt
taking a deep breath
no worries for who’s at fault
But still, a better world we must strive
listening instead of boasting
the modest application of love
the mantra well worth toasting
These verses are very effective and communicate clearly the message of your poem:
Pulling with calloused hands
in a silly tug ‘o war
creating the grass stains
and pain that I abhor
My lust for wealth has withered
I want the simple life
three meals a day, that’s all
avoiding hours of strife
understanding and tolerance
putting judgment to a halt
taking a deep breath
no worries for who’s at fault
I agree with Wendie,
and here’s a toast to your mantra of moderated love.