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
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
2 comments:
True...when I was working/teaching, I had more and it's sure hard to get along with less.
I did post one, but I don't see it, so I'll say something different, except this is true, and I'd never thought of it before. You always make me think. Happy New Year, Helen in FL
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