lullabies ☁︎ [poetry]

p r i d e

he's become the man of his dreams
a clock ticking at his side
As he relishes in the gold he's earned

prideful, he walks
his wife by his side who begs him to stay
only to be hushed out by the growing stacks of gold
no longer was she his pride
no longer was their child their pride
a distant memory, a faint of heart

He's become the man of his dreams
The man a young child despised
A man full of hate, only want
A man who is only satisfied in the materialistic world
A man that child prayed he wouldn't become

But did

Oh, how he stands in front of God now
With the piles upon piles of gold that he's earned
That he's spent his whole life chasing
Only to fall from grace