We all have a drake wrapped about us,
Like a scaled shawl,
The regal emerald of opulence,
It speaks poisonous globules into your ear,
Greed and want and thievery,
A forked tongue caressing your lobe,
It wants you to take,
And take again,
Despite what the lizard whispers,
You mustn’t covet all,
You can’t possess the world,
You don’t own that treasure,
Or that heart,
You can’t count the worlds coins,
Don’t heed the hissing of the green dragon,
Just be your pure self.
WorldofHarley 
Yes! Well said. No matter what one does not own the world…love that line😊
Very much so! Don’t listen to that envious little dragon! Thank you my friend. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Right you are!
Fab! I loved this! ❤
Thank you!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Awesome poem! Absolutely love it! The vivid image and the battle victory🙏
Thank you very much my friend. 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin