The World is Full of Want

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.

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