Barter

Tides roll by, washing away sins of lore

A new beginning of love and peace

Across nations, people and race

Currency foretold, not within bounds

I see the value of none abound

To share and give, to receive as much

To know no value but that which is touched

No paper or colour of envy gone blind

Pockets of coins lay heavy neither here

As I stand looking at the dawn coming close

A trade of kindness shown miles around

As I sleep alight none to whisper the truth

Of shackles we wear thoughout the night

Wearily I walk into the sunset blind

As old as wine I turn within

Wisdom across ages come to noth

The simple I made to a harsh truth told

Chains I wear made of stolen gold

Wimpy old sailor, a man of tongue

Paid every Tuesday, a false pronounce

Yet I live better than he, and happiness rushes to me