What looks like truth

often is not.

Looking thru the keyhole

often does not tell

the full story.

---

He had it all

we had little

but

We found joy in our little

he miserable with his all.

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He stood in his Armani suit, pearly white teeth, Salvatore Ferragamo dress shoes

we in our Levis, dirty nails and tattered tennis shoes.

Our hearts full

his empty. 

We drink tea

he whiskey. 

We are draped in truth

he in lies

Who are the lucky ones?

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Riches and royalty 

often do not fill the soul

often they leave a big hole

that can never be filled.

while

Simplicity and honesty

often fill the heart 

and the soul

So once again I ask...

Who are the lucky ones?

 

By Lynn Hahn