Silver Inches

by Sean Allen   Jun 19, 2006


Endless miles of money
may entice lesser men:
from CEOs to foreign marquis--
gold feet and silver inches
don't mean a thing to me.
I'm on my way, searching every day
to find some greater riches.

Gems in the deepest mines,
shells on that distant shore;
for some people that's all fine--
gold feet and silver inches--
but I'm looking for more;
I'm on my way, yearning every day
to find some lasting riches.

And on that day
I kiss your lips
I'll finally throw away
my golden feet, silver inches
and all that pointless money.
Through all this mess
I can now confess
that it's love that satisfies me.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Elisa

    Wow. i can see that your passion for poetry is true. i think your an outstanding wirter and although your poems are deep they show great character.

  • 17 years ago

    by Miss Megan

    Mmhmmm.
    beautfiul poem.
    very strong point and use of words.
    the last two lines are fantastic.
    keep up the great work.
    yours truly,
    meg.

  • 17 years ago

    by Nelle

    Well, i loved it...Thanks for your advice, i will most deffinitely look into it!! Keep it up 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Natalie

    Awww! That was cute lol.

    The only thing that I found weird in it, Was the last stanza seemed really different compared to the other two..But I liked the last stanza the most. =) 5/5

    `Taleee. xx.

  • 17 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    Stop spewing out poetry will ya?

    Anyways... the messege was great and all but uh... why are you in Texas again? ;)

    Aken Sol

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