Poems by Mark O. Decker

Always We Want More To hear, in the winds, the sounds of riches, is to begin wanting, aching, for more wealth,¬† more riches; but, what are riches to a man who has everything that is important; They are nothing, mere specs of sand¬† in the proverbial hourglass of time; Only the fool drops his real … Continue reading Poems by Mark O. Decker