Addicted to Beauty

I’ve always been addicted to beauty,

Be it a sunset, a soul, or one word

Sometimes it was a person’s smile,

Or the best music ever heard.  

I started to buy oil paintings,

Then Asian object’s d’ art…

Then clever new inventions,

And this was just the start.

I filled my house with goodies,

Then expanded to three stores.

I still made a fair profit,

Paying others to work the floors.

Then suddenly,

My skeleton failed,

I no longer had my health.

My priorities were just breathing

There was no value in wealth.