Man needs little to endure life's hardships Gold, silver, and jewels plunder a man's soul Water, food, shelter, and companionship Despite life's conquests, must remain the goal Water quenches what possessions cannot A custom carriage fails as a life source Nor does it quench when August days grow hot Nor nourish folks when seasons fall off course Look for umbrage, safety from barren land Shelter to the pains of nature denied Yet, man's elemental resource reigns man The shipwrecked, fed and quenched, unsatisfied Possessions, wealth, and even basic need Can't provide the nourishment humans bleed
This is the first English/Shakespearean Sonnet in a sequence to my children: lessons from life.