Chasing the Wind

I am clutching at my foolishness

Dashing  the wind to the four corners.

A fruitless pursuit  to satisfy the efforts

The futility of possessions and aspirations required.

Only to bow to the successor

Who has gladly accepted my labors

History merely repeats

Circling the spheres.

Solomon in all his expressed royalty and glory

Looking down upon his hollow chocolate bunny

Should have listened to the whispered pursuits of wisdom.

Now clamoring at his doorstep.

As I hear the breezes bellowing at mine.

Recognition beyond belief

Tolerance weighs into acceptance

I humbly admit defeat

And vowing to myself

Not to tarry or belabor

The trodden path

Of four corners

Again.

"Better to have one handful with quietness,

Than two handfuls with hard work

And chasing the wind." Ecclesiastes 4:6