Revived poem: A cricket's tale

[untonuggan]

This is a poem I unearthed from a creative writing class I took ages ago. I parsed out unnecessary language and images and added a new twist. I hope you like it.

A cricket's tale
by untonuggan

I do not understand people
who lavish money on decadent diadems,
monuments to transience:
quick cars, stiletto shoes, diamond rings,
a two hundred dollar haircut;
with the clatter of credit cards they trade
plastic debt for plastic rubbish bags.

I do not understand people
who abstain from any hint of pleasure,
for their world is full of sin;
people who seek a life everlasting miss
the passing beauty of this world:
one cricket’s chirp on a warm summer’s night,
a nearby train making a melody on its tracks.

( For those who are curious, here is the much longer (and much weaker, because I overexplain, IMO) previous version: )