To those with plenty, more is bestowed
To those with plenty, more is bestowed, While those in lack remain in woe. Life, a mystery profound, Bestows abundantly, but with pains profound. Loneliness dwells within, As dawn arrives, yesterday's disappointments still begin. We neither forget nor forgive, Enduring, relentless, in the quest to live. Satisfaction eludes our grasp, Fasting eternally for days more auspicious, our clasp. In perpetual hope, we persist, Living forever in dreams that persist."
