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.
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