And, like a bed awaiting seed,
My purpose is to grow.
But, whether I’ll fulfil my need,
I’m neither sure nor know;
For life is full of tales of those
Whose needs were never met –
Who waited for a wound to close
Or lived with crushing debt.
And, never in a million years,
Will mankind live in peace;
Despite the horrors and the tears,
The wars shall never cease.
But, whether I’m fulfilled or not,
That can’t upset my happy lot.
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