The world is full of want, and who is there
Who holds pursuits of two or three?
Who is the champion of simplicity,
Labeling rich what most claim bare?
Such a wealth of need, such a poverty of care.
We prize the life of the financial free
And those who trade their destiny,
For something bland and mildly rare –
Who live for wealth, and what it will bring,
As though the old were something new.
Most want so much but care so little;
Thinly spread intentions, ever weak and brittle.
But I could be content with just one thing,
As long as that thing was you.