I Wander and Squander

I wander and I squander till I've nothing left to spend.
Bankruptcy, the irony - nothing left weighs more
Than anyone can carry on, yet still to this I tend!
So reckless and so careless, leaving riches, proving poor.
You can't tell this empty shell leaves much to be desired.
Oh longing, you are wronging those who love you most of all;
Heart's desire, in the fire that refines the beauty mired, 
Twisting yet untwisting, set yourself to heed such call
Which makes anew this lacking you. He never stays his hand!
Turn around for you are found, who strayed so far from home.
See the joy, and haste employ; return to all that's grand! 
He meets you, joyous greets you, though your heart wouldst choose to roam!

Comments

[Mindee@ourfrontdoor]

I think this one works best read out loud. Wonderful word play. :)