It has been rather dry of late.
There’s not much food on anyone’s plate.
Even in the marketplace
Hunger speaks from every face.
Everywhere shops are closing down.
Even bankers wear a frown.
Misery lurks in every room.
In the papers there’s economic doom.
The old have lost their creed.
The young are devoured by greed.
We’re all drowning in fear.
This has been going on year after year.
But in a garden called Integrity
Dwell two wise souls, with dignity.
In lean years they kept faith and reason.
Lean years are the Stoic’s season.