Life after accountancy

Life after accountancy

A Poem by Beccy

I dined on wine and lettuce leaves
and all the surfeit money brings.
I swam with sharks and ate them up,
Oh, how I filled my selfish cup;
And every corner that I trod
some little trinket I partook;
Oft times for sport, (though most
for gain) and never let the rumour
start that I was empty in my heart.

But sinners turn, or so they say,
from hunter to suppliant prey;
and thus on Sundays I aspire
to cast away all of desire;
Give back with equal amplitude,
and trust a prayer may just suffice,
(though quietly I say amen twice)
You know, a kind of just in case
before I leave this lovely place.

© 2019 Beccy


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Of course I had to read this one to the bottom line. Love the whimsy of the title. And also the uppettyness of verse 1. The moral shift in verse 2 is the most important bit though, with the back firmly turned on more youthful ambition, indulgence, success etc and the focus shifting to a moral sort of accounting where money and numbers do not feature. The first verse serves to accentuate the second perfectly - with a flawless gear change.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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A very good write with relevant introspections. Bravo for all...:).....

Posted 9 Years Ago


Another introspective write, I enjoyed it, and the message. Always a pleasure Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Touch wood eh lass?
and words that show a lot of class and flow
It only stumbled once on cast away worldly desire

Posted 9 Years Ago


Better to feel that guilt at whatever stage I say - if you feel you have wronged your fellow man, than not to feel any kind of shame - it means you're still one of 'us' -
The piety of the wealthy is exhibited in our local cemetery by the huge ancient crypts and mausoleums with the giant carved angels but the cemetery tour guide walks by them and usually pauses to say a word to visitors on the tour about the celebrated commoners who lie beside them in the poor section.

Can't take it with you - as they say.
This is a contemplative write Beccy. God bless.



Posted 9 Years Ago


The Lord died for our sins, for we are human and sinning is part of our nature… it is how remorseful we are for our sins that defines our feelings about Christianity.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..

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