The clutching maw of avarice devours everything,
like a furnace, burning up all that life might bring.
Alas, there is no medicine to curb its constant need—
for its constant hunger and its consistent greed.
It’s hollow heart cannot recall what loving may be for,
so when love is given, it just calls out for more
without using what’s been given by returning it in kind—
never using its own heart for what it was designed.
Pity those who take and take without ever giving,
never fully realizing all the joys of living.