Thoughts of a ‘Material Man’

 

He awakens from his slumber to repack the worries he left last night for sleep.

These haven’t been inactive, for the pile’s growin’ a little steep.

Too much was not what he bargained for when he planned to get his share.

The promise of a dreamland view he gained with too much care.

He awakens from his stupor to wipe the sorrow from an aging face.

He fell asleep with the scheduling book and a bottle to hide the trace

Of the loneliness that follows an empty lonely man who has no better plan

Than to work away the hours, all to be a material man.

For he cared if they thought he was competent,

He cared if they saw his plan,

He cared if they thought he was the best,

He cared if they called him a man.

And now all he has to show for his investment is the care upon his face.

He wonders how he could have been so foolish to get caught up in this race.

For he cared if they thought he was competent,

He cared if they thought he was vain,

He cared if they thought he was working harder,

He cared if they saw his pain.

And now all he has to show for his investment is the care upon his face.

He wonders how he could have been so foolish to get caught up in this race.

He found too late he had acquaintances, but no one knew him well.

The bitter fact of “making it” left him nothing but an empty shell.

His eulogy was attended, but few eyes with tears that ran.

Such is the fate of all who work to be just a material man.

(c) 1999/2007 H.R.GRIMM

Warning: These musings may be serious or may be humorous. Enjoy! H.R. Grimm is a self-described lovable, prone to blunt, witty, tending toward sarcastic, saved-by-grace, constantly thinking storyteller. Grimm, a military veteran, and his wife now call La Vernia home. Email reader@lavernianews.com.