When I was young I yearned for fortune – I still do –
That yearning as a young man burnt with greater fire.
If I said that I yearn only for abundance
Then, I would be a liar.
I chanced in an enterprise that failed – from the start –
Truth be known, failing started well before the start, –
Not long did it take for me to fail further, then
I’d commence a broken heart.
Once, when in a pub, I saw a man – a poor man –
With a small glass of beer, sitting, making it last.
I, opposite him, with what little money mine,
Stood still and I drank mine fast.
He looked like he had nothing – but didn’t look empty –
While I sat with my sad self and to myself thought
How nice not to worry or fear how I would pay
For that which needs to be bought.
I had debtors in every corner – front and back
Standing in front, out back and constantly on call
Tomorrow I’d lock doors and be free and with joy
I would have nothing at all.
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