Folk Live On Their Wits

All the ways you fought to earn a living The recipes you tried to earn your bread You found the world to be most unforgiving Despite the schemes you cooked up in your head Ungenerous, life took from you instead Of smiling on you in the act of giving -I’d hoped for more than this- that’s what you said Mistaking the material for worth While every man that stands upon the Earth Is made up of the substance of the stars From the moment of the miracle of birth He gathers memories as he harvests years And things that seem to happen to your cost Outweigh the value twice of what you’ve lost.