What would you feel about the temple
You built if it is full of webs?
What would you feel about the book
You wrote if it gathered dust?
What would you feel about the child
You begot if it goes mate-less?
What would you feel about the person
You loved if no requite of love?
Unasked, we do such things in life
And harvest dissatisfaction.
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