SELLING THE SOUL

here before you lies my life's worth
summation of love gained and lost
for a cent and fame it is yours
much pain it was anyway

i have believed in love
while watching the transience of dawn
but i will dance with Bacchus all night
if the Midas touch i will have

i will no longer herald with the muses
i will no longer ponder with Copernicus
too much pain it was
and my heart's loss i can vainly fill

for nothing will i yield thee
precious soul of mine
not fame, money or a soft thigh
for thou art beyond them all


I have always wondered what it feels like to sell one's soul. what it means and what it causes.
After careful observation, i have come to realize that nearly everyone of us are guilty of selling our soul at the altar of ambition and greed.
This poem addresses that issue head on and proffers a better way out.