Though we will die here
it is here that we try here
for we are
nothing if not for
the want.

I want for nothing
and
that's what I get.
and yet
the treasure within her
was gifted
to me here...
..lucky?
you betchya

Sunday
and someday
it won't be
and then you will see me
without.
but I've been without many times before
the times when you never answered the knock
on your door

jeez
sounds a bit Bob M
oh
'ardly says the Cockney
and
Bow Bells start chiming
sounds better than me rhyming

I'm going fishin'