I’ve Chosen

I’ve chosen the bankrupt

Over the one with the banknote,

Love money claims defunct,

As true love can’t be sold or bought.

I’ve chosen the devout

Over the one after fame sought,

All is possible routes

To fulfillment if love first wrote.

I’ve chosen warmth of heart

Over the glamour of fur coats,

Furs of the world can’t part

Or measure up when love is wrought.

I’ve chosen my soulmate

Over gigolo in redingote,

Have man at any rate

Is tragedy and mere onslaught.

I’ve chosen the witty

Over the smart with complex thought,

Man without qualities

Is Don Quixote and a scapegoat.

I’ve chosen the real wise

Over that with diplomas floats

Race horse wins with the nose

But jockey is the real guide boat.

I’ve chosen the balanced

Over the pretender in sheep coat,

I live my own cadence

Choosing the best is love grace note.