Dribbling Heart

I glued my eyes to the autocue
To announce aloud how to get cure,

Patients encircled me, inquisitive,
For each hymn of mine I got money.

Then I appeared as a fortune teller
I surveyed lives through thick and thin,
I proved my proficiency in astrology too!

Next I tried my hand in marketing,
Cosmetics i sold like hot cakes
Black faces became white, and vice versa,
I am an inveterate sales man you know!

Slowly, at my thirties, I turned sordid,
Though busy, I was tizzy, a pander,
A pimp to be plain.
Though opulent, I enjoyed pimping.
A modus vivendi--connect gays
I was not a goof, I doted all, for money.

At long last  I was fed up with mondy,
My heart dried, I lost geniality.
Now my evagation is like a cloud,
The whole gamut of pleasure for pelf is lost,

My heartbleeds for the wrongs I have done,
Dribbles all over.  I don't want the Midas touvh,
Rather I hate it.  Free, free float--I float and float
A white speck of a cloud I am.
Simplicity, humility, tranquility
Embracing weightless posture,
Let me fly.....