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?
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