If you've some pearls you wish to throw away
I know some pigs that really like to eat,
But naturally they'll never want to pay
For morsels given as a tasty treat.
You struggle on through days and then a week,
You work at worthwhile things another year
You strive to reach the sacred highest peak
But fail again just as the end is near.
There is a thought of beauty in your mind
You clutch it close but then it can't be found
And all at once you see that you're inclined
To scatter pearls upon the muddy ground.
Though maybe it's not pearls, but seeds you throw
And worthwhile seeds might take some time to grow.
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