The Three G’s!!!

The three G's! Well before you think of colonialism
And how we were affected by western civilization
Or even worse, that infamous spot
I'm not here to reveal the precise location of the notorious dot

Hang on; hear me out
You'll figure what this is about
I'm all about suspense or tension
Until my final revelation

Most people are naturally inclined to seek happiness
It's a pre-programmed software we're born with
Of course, the humdrum of life brings along nastiness
And unfortunately, we don't know how to go about it

Even newborn babies who have limited vision know how to smile
It's not learned by observation, and they're definitely not doing it for style
But the desire for joy is so innate
When genuinely felt, even babies reciprocate

The problem arises when we grow up
And with worldly knowledge, we get stuck
We've been taught about the things that'll make us happy
And the people who ingrain these do it with good intentions, but honestly...!

The most common belief is that money brings in joy
Don't get me wrong. I agree, it's essential, not some toy
Having your pockets full with money 
Can rid you of many complexities

There are a host of problems poverty brings
And money definitely solves many of those things
But there are a host of problems superfluousness brings
A good value system and prudence will help counter those things

I'm not against comfort, luxury and extravagence
But solely basking in the bosom of these is not my ambition
I agree, only once you've tasted it in it's entirety
You'll truly understand the dichotomy

Money is good
Sure, make plenty; maybe you should
But it does not guarantee happiness
And without joy, its value is meaningless

You can make plenty of money
...and still be lonely
You can earn oodles of money
...and still be restless in the midst of company

Money can buy you fancy dinners at a 7-star
Garnished with gold leaf and exquisite caviar
And sure, that's fun too
Let nobody condemn or judge you

It's not wrong to have fine taste
Value is subjective; everybody has a unique definition of waste
But, all of it is pointless if it doesn't make you happy
And there are degrees of joy; in another poem I'll explain, maybe

Most people lay prostrate at the altar of money
In attempts of earning, and the want for plenty
The most virtuous of men
Raise their shields and defend...

...their piety; but some of these succumb to the power of the flesh
and forever lay entangled in that addictive mesh
Everybody has a preference, a choice of vice
No need to condescend; let's not despise

There are some who maintain their virtue and sanctity
Gold and Girls don't tempt them; but these men fall for Glory
Most people lose their integrity for gold
Some resist this temptation that never grows old

But these men fall for the power of the skin
And so many complexities that graduate into sin
But there are those who have tamed their senses
With a powerful mind, they control and resist

But there is another another set; and these fall at the feet of glory
It's nothing new; since time immemorial, it's been the same story
Most of the sins originate or fall under these categories
All for the sake of Gold, Girls, or Glory

A virtuous man may not fall for the first two
But quite often, kneels to the commander of the chaotic zoo
When offered glory, to earn more glory, or to preserve perceived glory
The history of mankind has repeated this fascinating story

Identify your weakness; introspect your motives
When it's time to act, maybe get some perspective
What do you choose to sell your soul for?
Loaded bank accounts, lust packaged as love, or something that'll help your ego soar

So, what's it been ...GOLD, GIRLS, or GLORY?
Which of these affected your life-story?
- RUELHA
www.ruelha.com
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8 Comments

  1. I’ve never had much gold besides the crowns that replaced teeth. I’ve never had much glory, well not any that I can think of. So girls have it. Girls have been a real blessing in my life story.

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  2. A Child Inherits The

    World Through A Smile

    A Flower Spreads Joy With

    New Colors Each Day A Rose

    Wilts For A New Flower to Be Born

    Through Petals

    Brown

    Fertilizing
    Soils That Become
    Living Green Again

    Golden Glory of A Girl’s

    SMiLe i Know i Feel i Sense

    No Greater Gift of Life That Touches

    HeART Deep SPiRiT Flourishing Glory

    iN Every Golden Girl’s Soul SMile MaKinG me

    For one

    See

    More

    Colors of Love
    True Gold True
    Glory True Love

    What A Girl Brings
    to Life Most in my View at
    Least iNHeRiTinG All THE EartH Meek THiS Way

    Hello Dear Rue Happy Saturday to You So True
    For Only Girls Who Dance Sing Golden Glory of Love Free..:)

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