I am clutching at my foolishness
Dashing the wind to the four corners.
A fruitless pursuit to satisfy the efforts
The futility of possessions and aspirations required.
Only to bow to the successor
Who has gladly accepted my labors
History merely repeats
Circling the spheres.
Solomon in all his expressed royalty and glory
Looking down upon his hollow chocolate bunny
Should have listened to the whispered pursuits of wisdom.
Now clamoring at his doorstep.
As I hear the breezes bellowing at mine.
Recognition beyond belief
Tolerance weighs into acceptance
I humbly admit defeat
And vowing to myself
Not to tarry or belabor
The trodden path
Of four corners
"Better to have one handful with quietness,
Than two handfuls with hard work
And chasing the wind." Ecclesiastes 4:6