In misery or kindness
from what loamy soil does attachment grow?
How many are the mutual benefits,
and to what do they attend to?
There are so many sycophants
whose plunging depths force false relationships with those around them.
The best cannot be among the worst,
there must be true ambivalence
It cannot always be that magnanimity is the source
of all human likeness in soul.
But it seems, with so many hardships,
that many are just the burden of another,
And the house is likely to break down
with the corner stone.
Still there is the mouse and the lion
or the lion to another.
This thing that binds us
must be more than agreement
or terms accepted;
There must be a candle that burns
just as brightly in some,
and for others it is the light that draws them in.