What, I wonder
becomes of he who reaps
where he does not sow?
is the fruit of his (non) labour sweet?
do the juices flow down deep?
How, I wonder
can such a person sleep?
are his dreams of meadows?
is his soul untainted by sorrow?
does his not dream of tomorrow?
Who, I wonder
can this person really be?
without a niche of shame within?
without fear and immune to sin?
searching nooks and crannies to reap