Devour Poem by Daniel Isaac Gordon

Devour



How oft are the plans of both men and of mice
'neath the footsteps of Providence trodden,
Some alternative outcome now made to suffice
For a longing subdued, not forgotten.

We plan for the future and each coming day
Discontent with the present before us,
Always borrowing more than we e'er could repay
As our wants and desires devour us.

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