Abundance exists only in the mind of a fool

Who sees not the craft effected by good tools

And shies away from too much which is stabled

In front of him - for it is not clearly labeled



You get what you give to a clear defined project

All you have to do is stay with it - your object

- To derive all you can from the mass of thought

Some of which is clearly stated and can be bought



For the minor effort expended to bring you to it

And thus you win by just accepting the brew fit

For a king, or a peasant - whichever you are

You can have the prize by just being the star



Which you directly become really just by indulging

And as you go away with all your pockets bulging

You will not feel you've been shorted by any here

For you've taken it all and thus - you can steer



Yourself along the windy track which is our lives

And as you approach the finish line - your drive

Will have been so much more enjoyed for you have

Made good use of abundance which is now stacked.



- Tristram