Tuesday, December 27, 2011


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:


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


Helen in FL said...

True...when I was working/teaching, I had more and it's sure hard to get along with less.

Helen in FL said...

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