The Dull Life
In life we find the dull do last, for first
The quick do fall, for hare do race, yet still
Is last, to yearn or want- to fall the worst
For those content through life; content til nil
But those who want in life fall down, the ground
Too frail to catch desire of those hungry
Henceforth the longing ne'er find the mound
Upon their wishes lie where life not be
If want for more, receive far less, for want
Is pain disguised in wish, for more to ask
Is more to lack. The days of lack do taunt
with tears not dry as though a feigning task
To yearn for more - to fall far more, yet want
For less the life is not to love or flaunt
