there were those

if I wanted less, I could have settled
always wondering
if I should have waited
a full return;  more is all I wanted

there were those who wouldn't understand
they couldn't be part of all my plans
wanting full flavor instead of
a half empty, savorless cup

I'm sorry if nothing I did was for you
stagnant nothing, what was I to do--except
search it out, hunt with reckless ardor
the trophy well worth my quest

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License