Everything Midas touched and ever had to hold.
Every item given was transformed to gold.
Was transformed before your eyes the wealth, behold.
His richness grew. Beyond compare.
Everything he ever wanted was there.
He made this wish for wealth.
From a genie of course who else?
He thought of only himself and reached for the arm of his wife.
The one whom had been there in poverty and strife.
The one that made it worth living before the affluent life
And then he realised his greed was rife
She took her last breath glistening gold
Now he had no one to have and to hold.
Even if we have everything,
we can fail to connect on a human level.
When interconnectivity is where we are designed to revel
Chirping chortling laughs and jokes that are naff
An environment free from wrath
Solace and a place to collect. .
Midas now had retrospect
His greed was his greatest defect.
His loneliness inevitable.
And as the day ended, he realised food was inedible.