The Story of Solomon Waste...

This is all the story of Solomon Waste.

Always hurrying yet never in haste,
He fussed and work and toiled all frothing
And at the end of all did nothing.
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.


He lived in wishing and in striving,
And nothing came of all his living;
He worked and toiled in pain and sweat,
And nothing came out of all that.
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.


He thought  much and had no conviction
His feeling was at best affliction;
Though tender he and hating evil
He might have gained the name of devil.
His every wish and resolution
Even in his mind was but confusion.
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.


And things begun and never ended,
And much undone and much intended,
and all things wrong yet never mended:
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.


Each day new projects did betray,
Yet each day was like every day.
He was born and died and between these
He worried himself himself to tease.
He bustled, worried, moved and cried
But in his life no more`s descried
Than two dear facts: he lived and died.
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.