Net Worth.

 

I used to skip, I used to run,

I sought all pleasures neath the sun,

I walked on water, slew the beast,

Was first and foremost at the feast.

 

The coins I spent each bore my crown,

I stormed the walls and broke them down,

I raised my army for the fight,

And everything I did was right.

 

The wine I drank was mellow sweet,

Proud virgins falling at my feet,

Amassed great treasure, piled it high

Full certain I might never die.

 

I trampled down the baying hoard,

Of lauded Kings I was the lord,

No earthly power could me impress,

I farmed the fields of man’s distress

 

I stood and watched the nations burn,

Their ashes for my funeral urn,

The gods I worshiped prayed to me,

In hope that I would set them free.

 

But now the sun fades in the west,

I know of better than the best,

The wanton charms that I acquired,

Now leave me wasted cold and tired.

 

Those gods I had abandoned now,

I reach out for a different plough,

A straighter furrow, different seed,

Some harvest for my inner need..

 

The things I did secured my life,

But at what price, what inner strife,

Amends to make, a bridge to found,

A footpath steep to holy ground.

 

I used to skip but now I crawl,

My kingly robe a funeral pall,

I seek to grasp that great unknown,

But fail and find myself alone.

 

Still haunted by the cowl and cope,

I reach for faith but find just hope,

But in that hope is some release,

Some pathway to an inner peace.

 

And if I fail what price regret,

I’m still a fish within the net,

The Galilean cast it wide,

And can I swim against his tide?