Love And Need Poem by Morgan Michaels

Love And Need



As I go walking through the mead
I ask the heavens high above
How much, at last, of love is Need,
How much of need is Love?

Oh, there's a need bereft of love
That's not the one I'm thinking of:
I diss the cash I soarly need
And there's an un-enamored greed.

But is there love existing still
Beyond the house, beyond the will,
Where people say 'I think you're great, '
And mean not really your estate?

Was there ever, then or now,
A perfectly indifferent pal
Who answered you a simple 'wow'
To every triumph great and small;

Alike ignoring gain, gainsay
Emotional or any other-
And wasn't Jesus, by the way,
And wasn't, by the way, your mother?

Heaven often answers them
Who imprecate its azure, so,
It moved some clouds to spell 'ahem'
The answer that you seek is 'no'.'

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