The Life Of I

This is all the story of Solomon Waste.
Always hurrying yet never in haste
He fussed and worked 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.

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 to tease.
He bustled, worried, moved and cried
But in his life no more is descried
Than two clear facts: he lived and died.
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.