I have laboured to long in lofty warehouses,
Sweating and beating my youth ere destined.
Bonded to work; married capitalist, dreaded spouses,
Stocks of little value I've invested in.
I, still young, the light of verdant fields upon my face,
As refreshing as the woolly violet,
At the eve of spring when winter fails to pace,
Radiating purple defiantly inviolate.
Bent back, broken ambition
Youth fails at maturities fruition