The Unindebted Man

He walks alone, by choice, not fate,
A sovereign soul at life’s wide gate.
No whispered vows, no shared estate,
Nor credit’s chain to desecrate.

I’ll buy what coin can earn, he’ll state,
When coffers fill, not estimate.
Let plastic promises sedate
The restless fools who borrow weight.

Gold gleams in palms he deems innate
Each copper counted, clear, straight.
No future mortgaged, sealed by debt,
No usury’s cold, creeping threat.

The market’s siren song grows late;
He turns, content, beyond its grate.
Where others kneel to lease their breath,
He owns his dawn, his dusk, his death.

THE : 24/06/2025 : By : Badr Alaoui Mrani .
Marrakech
the source is myself I write poetry I am a poetry lover .