Discontent (Everything, Yet Nothing) Poem by Adegbite Adeyinka

I may have the largest vine
but crave for the grape from my neighbors farm;
Or a barn that is filled with the sweetest wine
But thirst for a drop from the farmer's cup;
Wear linens craft by the finest seamstress
Yet wish to have my servant's cloak;
I may a sleep on the softest mattress
Yet envy the peace of my workers' rest;
Or have maidens like sand-grains on a beach
But desire the only maiden of my dealer;
Or wads of money within my reach
But weep for a penny in the poor man's hat;
I may have a voice to bring down heaven
Yet shut it out to gossip the dancer;
Or a treasure store in the safest haven
Yet rake the safe for the labour's earnings;
I may be betrothed to the fairest women
but long for warmth of my lawyer's wife;
I may have it all, you see, yet I see nothing.