If everybody gets what they want
Then nobody gets what they want
The presents were opened but the boxes were empty
If love maintains a surplus
Instead of a deficit
All will grow fat and sit on their savings
And narrow their hearts to too specific affections
The girl with the big deserted cranium
Lines up maze running trials with rewards passed out
And paper bags over the heads of the participants
If everybody goes to sleep happy
Everyone wakes up unhappy
Unfulfilled, a sense of loss is permanent and heavy
You can have it but it won't be worth having
It won't be worth keeping
And you will not be large enough to overcome the resulting disappointment nor fill in the holes in character it will leave behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem