Featured Poem: Vanity At The Door

Featured Poem: Vanity At The Door - by Martins Deep

Featured Poem: Vanity At The Door - by Martins Deep

You can hear the market noise

And in the very midst detect that voice.

Stories available are all a tragedy.

At the door knocks Vanity.

A guest unbidden is at the door

Beckoning the victim of want to venture.

"Go away!" You bark at it

And curse him with no regret.

He's passing by your block again

His rich perfume heralds him

The beast within

That barked yesterday is going lame.

Your needs attends you

Weeping in your empty teacup

You sip and spew

And vow to keep your door locked up.

Life turns out to be a guitar on one string

And circumstances have changed the lyric of all that you sing.

Midnight and you are nursing a wailing stomach

Ears intently poised to hear the guest's knock.

You unlock the bolt and let the door ajar.

He turns a friend that was a stranger.

You kiss his brow and apologize

But man is here for business. He tells you the price.

There is no going back. You've got wheat, oil and silver

Your eyes wide open, you can now see

You should have waited in hunger

And hummed on "best beer is for the thirsty."

Your joy is taken and Vanity cares not a little.

Your peace is wrested with cold hands.

Frustration ends it with whispers most subtle

and calls the crowd proudly saying "there the fool hangs"

Vanity breaks not through the door

Nor steals through the window.

Its wares are beauteous when one is poor

And unwise to wait a little longer in hope.

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