Poem based on Luke 12:13-21

It’s mine

All mine

I worked for it all

and saved

and slaved

taking what the Lord has given me

and giving only to myself in return

Mine all mine

until someday when I retire

when I rest after seven

days, years, decades

rest on what I have heaped up

in layers

between my fears and I

between my soul and I

It’s mine

but I can’t shake this feeling

that maybe

I lost it