How satisfied can a man be?
With dried lips and sore kneels from fervent prayer,
He whispered to his God and sought for pastures greener.
A little sugar to lessen his bitterness
A little spice to make his meal tasty.
A destitute man seeking just a pint of wealth.
Just a little and everything would be great including his health.
Those who are rich don't have problems he mumbled to himself.
But how satisfied can a man really be?
There were a few rains along his path but he wanted more.
The usual sunshine with a raise in yield than he usually got before.
He got his wish and he somehow never felt like he had enough.
Satisfaction isn't about how many you have i guess, it's how well you make use of the little you have.
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