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Satisfaction
by Richard VinceHours pass like trains,
Clattering and humming to
Somewhere far away;
But their emptiness expands
To fill all that I see.
When did my desire for
Adventure give way to
Mere satisfaction?
I was an explorer,
A dreamer, a creator
Of shining worlds of
Wonder and joy
Now I am just another
Lamenter of dreams,
Wondering why adulthood
Cost so much.
When I was a child, I longed
To be able to do all that
Growing up would allow,
But now I realise
I have done nothing.
I allow myself delays
And call it patience;
I allow myself mediocrity
And call it satisfaction.
There is nothing I dislike
About my life that
I cannot change.
08/09/2006 Posted on 08/11/2006
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/12/06 at 01:00 AM Worthy self inspection - great last stanza. |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 08/14/06 at 05:33 AM Great poem. I've often had the discussion that no one searches for contentment, we seek to be content only when we are too afraid to be happy. This poem brings that idea to mind very well. Beautifully done. Thank you. |
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