In warmth of our sun, a bottle of wine
we shared and listened to winds in the pines.
Not rich we were pleased, we had all our needs,
our wealth was from friendship not what was mine
I claimed the sunshine and you took the rain,
we counted the beans, divided the grains
I gathered my gains and made profit on you
from greed our friendship has withered to pain.
A second Rubayat written for Frank at dVerse. I made it yet an installment with poems based on the etchings by Pieter Bruegel the elder on the seven deadly sins
February 3, 2018