The Brimming Cup

How shall we describe the good?
I think it oft misunderstood

On forest floors
the leaves will rot
and furnish life where once was naught

But human hands will snatch at straws
when bales are held within their claws

The first is of prosperity
the next, full of austerity

And yet the good is not perceived
Its truth is mocked by heinous deeds

With frenzied feet
the human gropes
to satiate his idle hopes

However

Clutching but what is their due
the right to life and freedom true

Each humble man will brim his cup
In blissful rest, his lips will sup

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