What I have not is mine to get!
Desires unsated dodge my net
To keep me always on the job.
The work I touch, the filth I swab
Are heights but incomplete, as yet.
When cravings move their feet and fret,
They all unknowingly abet
My happinees–and yet, I sob
“What I have not!”
The fun is getting out of debt;
He is not dry who was not wet .
Possessions unpossessed can mob
Me anytime; and life shall throb
If this and it are never met:
What I have not.
by Ray Romine Sunday, August 11, 1946
