If I had money,
would my life be greater?
Who knows? Silver is not savory to me.
The wooden spoon in my mouth taste’s better.
If I had more friends,
would I like their presence?
Who knows? Company of others deter me.
The care of few: fragrant, effervescent.
If I had true love,
would I be much sweeter?
Who knows? The notion of “true,” it distracts me.
A love that endures me is a keeper.
If I had my way,
would I be satisfied?
Who knows? I don’t know what will satiate me.
I will stay content, pure and undefiled.
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