He was a man of luxurious means
Always able to indulge his fancies
Living life fit for the glossy magazines
He had no time for wind singing through treesAway on one of his impulsive journeys
One day he met the girl of his dreams
Seeing her his restless soul appeased
Her warm smile like caressing sunbeamsYet, he found her wants as elusive as moonbeams
She didn’t desire being a spoiled jetset wife
To her happiness from nature’s wonders stream
Irreconcilable differences lost him the love of his lifeTo never forget that money can’t happiness buy
©RedCat
He daily puts a flower next to his eye
Written for Poetics: The Proverbial at dVerse and inspired by the photo challenge at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
The photo led me to thinking of two different proverbs.
“Flower of this purple dye,
Shakespeare – A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Hit with Cupid’s archery,
Sink in apple of his eye”.
and
The world according to RedCat 
Love that you continued the inspiration process with additional proverbs …. well done!
This drew a deep sigh from me.. sometimes one forgets what’s really important and gets carried away by the tide 💝💝
Nicely penned, Helene. I think this is an all too common story, and you made it both current and mythical.