Not Enough

In her mouth was a silver spoon
as soon as she opened her eyes,
taught to befriend riches and pleasures
she overlooked value, just considered the price.

Avarice, the demon, took abode in her
herself desiring to own everything,
in the delusion of that very grandeur
trying to better up her each and every having.

Used to get all at the drop of a hat
everything she could lay her senses at,
forgot she one thing important too
her senses were blunt enough, to penetrate him through.

He was that one thing she couldn't ever buy
let alone the grandeur, even her bows couldn't comply,
all that she had, had led her to rile
For all that was not enough, to buy her lost smile.