The Wisdom Of Ignorance

Today as i was crossing the street I saw a beggar in one corner..happily having the last pieces of his bread..I was looking at him..and he looked up at me..He had a smile on his face while I was wearing a frown cause something was bothering me from the morning...I came back home but the smile stayed in my mind...That smile was a smile of content..being happy and content even if you don't have anything..Well how many of us can think that way when happiness is measured by our ever growing demand for materialistic things
Ignorance is bliss.
The beggar on the street,
Is wiser than you could ever be.
He seeks only his next meal, and is content.
Happily deprived of the confusing cacophony of choices,
That continuously clamor in your head.
Igniting,
Lust and greed.
Inciting,
The step over the edge,
To reach for vague horizons.

The carcass of your soul rots,
In the shallow pool of your life's wasted moments.
Reflecting the desires and impulses of youth.
And here,
These worthy beggars are condemned to bathe their hands.
Those meagre drops,
Their only fortune,
Their next meal.
While you have chased misguiding joys,
Provided by opputunity in your misfortune,
That forever tempt,
But never fulfill;
Building for you,
A material hell.