The wolf devours but unsatisfied
The dark yellow eyes preys for more
Resilient in its quest to be fed
Rummaging across the land for creatures within
Still savage in its pursuit
Consuming all with its ravenous gut
But all that chasing has aged him soon
No more the vicious predator he once was
Looking back with his old frail eyes
All that hunting was not suffice
As he still remains hungry and unsatisfied
(This poem is a metaphor for man's unending hunting for life's pleasures)
(This poem is a metaphor for man's unending hunting for life's pleasures)
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