The clutching maw of avarice devours everything,
like a furnace, burning up all that life might bring.
Alas, there is no medicine to curb its constant need—
for its constant hunger and its consistent greed.
It’s hollow heart cannot recall what loving may be for,
so when love is given, it just calls out for more
without using what’s been given by returning it in kind—
never using its own heart for what it was designed.
Pity those who take and take without ever giving,
never fully realizing all the joys of living.
Prompts today are furnace, hollow, avarice, pity and medicine.
Image by Meg Jerrad on Unsplash.

Thanks for “Giving” your thoughts and time,
expressing your subjects in balanced rhyme
and I always appreciate each and every line
hoping to reciprocate mine almost as fine.
BUT YOU COULD HAVE FOUND A BETTER PHOTO OF ME WITH MY MOUTH CLOSED~!
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Thanks, Sam. I’m thankful for your friendship as well.
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This is a thought provoking poem Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje. Too many in the world that this poem describes.
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Exactly! You’re welcome
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That’s a frightening smile! Loving the poem about this little devil. Well done.
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Is that a Tasmanian Devil? Whatever creature it is, it looks right pissed off. Great use of the prompt word today! Kudos!
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A wolf, I think.
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