For I...
I am a wandering minstrel;
A jester of a thousand nights,
And days if day permits me
To jest in folly as the world is
passing the day
One moment to next
Laying up its gain.
Oh, world! I cannot understand you...
Coveting more... Forever more.
True. True.
It's something to do.
A thing worthwhile for some men.
They smile
And go about
To gain more and more.
I long for more...
For a better life.
I crave all the pleasures that life has to give.
But not so important I find them as most.
They're not to break one's back to gain.
I merely say, "What I have, I
have.
What I gain, I
gain."
What I have not makes for another day.
It's better not to fain desire
For those things that are out of reach...
Out of sight.
To desire and not gain
Is to gain only pain.
To let pass by the folly in a smile,
In a laugh,
In a roar of mirth is a sin...
But to capture a moment for levity's sake
And to laugh at yourself
Is to win.
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