It is a curse that haunts the common man…

Alluring hopes of carefree better days,

While history shows throughout its endless span—

A line of hardships damned by meaner ways.

Compelled to strive and drag life’s heavy wain:

Faith whispering that he is more than beast,

Yet humbled quite in his quotidian pain;

Where life seems tribulations held in lease.

One hungered day he found some bright red fruit

Within a bowl where on was so inscribed

That he should eat as to what need would suit;

To fill it’s void, the prosperous would be plied.

Each day the void was filled with less afore—

‘Til rufous hands all scrounged that earthen floor.