Puzzlement

It’s a tryingly featured world to be in, In which every restless heart minds Pleasant principal affairs of its own; Where spurned soul no solace finds. It’s an unresting space to occupy, Where every stirring brain thinks Of its own idiosyncratic concerns; Where tired limbs totter on brinks. It’s an interesting place to have share In unique diaries of fellow sojourners, Sparing oneself yet giving some part To other mortals of diverse manners. It’s a pretty striking existence to pass Best seasons doing stuff you’ll leave, And still feel okay despite knowledge You’ll lose all fiscal efforts that peeve.