One of my very early poems which I think I would be able to write differently if I wrote it today...
In this world of a billion men
Who lust for power, money and fame.
I ventured out to discover
What man really desires;
Do we wish for love and peace as well
Or only glory, honour and plentiful wealth.
And I met a young lad in his teens
An aspiring engineer; he said he was.
Some distance further, a young lady I met;
A social worker, toiling for a noble cause.
And all whom I got acquainted with
Had lofty ideals and thoughts sacred.
And desired to be someone important in life;
And I realized the truth; the simple reason
Why we men are unhappy still.
For I saw and met all but one
One who would desire to be a good human being.
