Enough
Where is the content I thought I would get,
When I possessed the thing I most desired?
No sooner is one yearning duly met,
Than I am in a newfound craving mired.
A want supplied means not I’d want no more,
For it will but begin to educate
The senses on new riches to explore,
Till longings one to the next escalate.
There was a time many a spring ago,
When my appetites were not yet so fine,
Ample pleasure from simple things would grow,
And not the earth and sky had to be mine.
Every wish granted made whole days heady,
Poorer I was then, yet no less happy.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2019
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