Needs

once blessed was he of simple needs
yet time’s cold kiss did burden him
no more the fruit of golden trees
could counter the hungers held within
long gone the days the child did play
without a thought of dawns to come
the innocence of yesterday
in fleeting moments was it gone
as Adam cast from paradise
now is he cursed by passion’s seed
that no more his wants suffice
and nor the world can sate his greed.

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