Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings

I’ve a fear of losing heart

For heart’s all I have to give

One fine day, when I depart

I’ll fade through a fine sieve

On the mesh that holds all I

Left of value to this life

Some smiles and words of the wise

Mayhaps some respite from the strife

So why should I, for someone else

Give all that makes me sing

Building up another’s wealth

While I, still on the wing

Could live and love and laugh aloud

Grateful for every little thing

Not a one deserves to be proud

Except servants and benevolent kings