The Myth

You don’t have to buy the land

to own the changing landscape

Whose vista priceless yours inside

to live in mortgage free

Or fly a rocket toward the sun

to view each day’s horizon

That comes and goes both East and West

in transitory joy

You don’t have to buy a car

to travel to tomorrow

New pathways wait beyond conveyance

old footsteps in the sand

Or buy a boat and sail the seas

to hear the ocean’s roar

The transience of each crashing wave

— a gift unwrapping free

(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2025)