the bones,
lie in the dirt
in the desert,
among lonely cacti
against hot,
unforgiving skies.
They were once
alive with ambition,
inflamed with passion,
wracked with worry.
Now,
they are but
silent reminders,
mute witnesses
to the sheer folly
of empty bluster
and shiny objects.
Skeletons
bring the wisdom
that even the richest
among us,
those most privileged,
will share
the same
exact fate
with the humble.
Who will leave
a richer legacy,
the humble
who shared freely
the fruit
of their grace
or those
who lived
in opulent vanity,
clutching every crumb
to their bosom
lest it be stolen?
Skeletons
remind me
of what is
important.
