Moral Of The Story Poem by Patti Masterman

Wish in one hand
Want in the other
If I'd hope that we could marry
You'd have turned out my brother
If I'd wanted a soul mate
There'd ever be no other
Wish in one hand
Want in the other.

What trouble it a man
To lose his whole soul
When the former's a dream
And the latter, a hole
At the bottom of a life
Of pettiness and strife
What trouble it a man
To lose his whole soul?

There's a moral behind
Each mortal coil
Be it ever so humble
Or worn out with toil
Forgotten or remembered
If the heart's been dismembered
The moral's left behind
Like a royal bloodline.