The Money Trap

 

 

 

Is it really possible

To be trapped by money

And I mean mentally possible

As well as literally?

 

Well, it appears so

Particularly given the facts,

Some have been so trapped

They could not turn back.

 

Picture a millionaire

A multi-millionaire even,

Yea man, way to go-

Not a problem!

 

Project even further

To a multi-billionaire,

With so much money to hand

He definitely gone clear!

 

There is nothing in life

That he cannot buy

And he could live on the hog

Till the day he dies.

 

Of course, at this point

Enters the money trap,

All of those multi-billions

Can’t bring life back.

 

I draw your attention

To the ongoing narrative

Where those five on a submersible

May not even live.

 

Five most valuable lives

Including the CEO

Battling with the grim reaper

Quite a distance below.

 

 

In the briny deep

To view an ancient wreck-

The Titan visits the Titanic

No lives on its deck.

 

The Titanic meaning

Of great force and power-

An unsinkable sea-craft

Ending in horror.

 

Then you have the Titan

A colossus, a giant,

From all the tests done-

Definitely reliant.

 

Life is more than words

Or billions even

And death is not put off

By demigods or demons.

 

It is an appointment,

That is as much as we know

And whether rich or poor

To death we will all go.

 

And so, these five souls

By all means very rich

Find themselves in a situation

That is as dark as pitch.

 

Billions of dollars

Were spent on this project:

A trip on the Titan

To view the Titanic.

 

 

Looks like a money trap;

Oxygen running out

And whether they can be rescued

Is in serious doubt.

 

Two other multi-billionaires

Are planning a cage fight,

One man with all of this money

Just don’t seem right.

 

Travelling to outer space

Is another of their hobbies,

They need to do much better

Spending their money.

 

It is a money trap

And will surely end in death

For money, as I see it,

Can’t buy another breath.

 

If you’ve got more money

Than meets your demands

Then helping the less fortunate

Would be a great plan.

 

Stewart Russell © June 22, 2023

 

The Wind

The wind can send you to sleep

Or the wind can keep you awake,

Sometimes it wafts a fragrance sweet

Or quite a foul odour makes.

The wind we cannot see

But we know when it’s around,

The evidence is stark and clear

As we hear its many sounds.

It may rustle through the trees

Or it may whistle along the wires,

Bits of paper oft disturbs

Or it may drive a lit-up fire.

The wind has many faces

But I will just describe a few

Like the wind that’s calm and cool

Or stirs the cold midnight dew.

It can snarl with an ugly face

As it creates strife for many a mile

Or cool down the midday heat

With a reassuring little smile.

It can create havoc on the seas

And send a ship adrift

Or it can simply fill a sail

And give a seafarer’s heart a lift.

It can play ripples on the ocean

Or rock a tourist to sleep,

The wind, it can get so terribly angry

And send a boat to the briny deep.

Yes the wind is air in motion

As we learned in the science class,

It’s caused by high and low pressures

And may move slowly or fast.

Besides our needed oxygen

And carbon dioxide for our plants,

It will spin the big wind turbines

And dry a dress or pants.

The wind can amuse little children

As their kites fill them with glee

But sometimes it can be quite horrible

When that kite ends up in a tree.

A mixed personality has the wind,

Perhaps even by-polar at times,

Right now it’s calm and reassuring,

Later it can leave you in a bind.

It can cause untold damage

As though full of revenge and hate

And later caress a hillside brow

As though they were on a date.

Sometimes we call it the air

And other times we name it the wind

Depending on the mood it’s in

Either of these we will likely rescind.

However, we praise God for the wind

Though destructive it can be,

We give Him thanks for its usefulness

And that up until now it is still free.

Stewart Russell © May, 2017