Discontent

Today's poem, I think, states the obvious.

When we've always had little in the way of material things, we're content. Ah, but when we have more, the appetite is whetted. We want more.

I was interested in the content/discontent relationship as I jotted these few words on a scrap of paper. 

Later, it seemed to me that it had a certain feel, a certain sound ... a poem, perhaps.

Here it is:


DISCONTENT
I was content

with what I had,

until I had more.

After that,

I discovered,

I could not

be satisfied

with any less.
© 1996

(originally published in Capper's)


Today's word: satisfied