bullseye

If riches are all you seek in this world

You miss the point of existence

You have missed the mark

Where your love lies on the bull’s eye

You throw the dart a jar

Hitting the wall with so many holes

Not even on the board

Beaten and battered

The wall is almost all holes from the darts that missed their mark

The bullseye shows few marks on target

For those who came down from their mountain top to see what the people down below have made of it

Looking down at the games the people play and not quite hitting the target

For wealth is heavy and staggers the thrower to imbalance

Diluted love for things and more things

Used once and thrown away

Like old ragged game pieces they throw them about

But like all games

The pieces must go back in the box

All the cars

All the houses

The sparkling jewelry

All of it back in the box

For more players to step and play and take their turn

Will they miss the mark too?