Always Wanting More
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What cruel trick is hope;
that brings both joy and pain?
Residing in our hearts,
it can drive us insane.
Disenchanted with life,
we seek ways of escape.
And when fate's fit feels wrong,
we try to change its shape.
Why do we feel compelled
to pretend all is well?
And suffer in silence,
creating our own hell.
When we prosper, we feel
disgruntled with our lot.
And scoff at good fortune,
cheapening what we've got.
Not content with one life,
to God, we put our cry.
And embrace religion,
believing souls don't die.
When opportunity
knocks, greed opens the door.
And seldom satisfied;
we're always wanting more.
(Quatrain)
6/12/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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