Disappointment and Fulfilment

Enticing bait to try what’s wrong,
escaping boredom, toil,
to please oneself, but before long
excitements start to spoil.

Young Byron felt at thirty-six
his days a yellowed leaf*
his wants he could no longer fix –
his fire had turned to grief.

The promises of  poisoned fun
so soon grow empty, stale,
and what had glistened when begun
will soon feel shabby, pale.

Such things will leave so many jaded,
but finding God will bring
joy now that never will feel faded,
fulfilling Life in Him.

Tune: CM
*’On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year’ by
Lord Byron