It is an easy thing to be malcontented

Living dissatisfied or else misconstructed

To be listless, feeling lost or misdirected

And just generally miserable.

Galled by goalposts ever moving, having hungers.

Stalled by self-recriminating, wanting suffers.

Too brief is the pleasure that possessing offers

When more and better are procurable.

Where I once craved candle, I have lamp and oil

Where I once cried hassle, I know pleasant toil

The bed-ridden who walk would run, and taste turmoil

As slow progress is intolerable.

Donned with what was longed for, it’s still hard to stay glad

What was then good enough becomes a passing fad

Acclimatization can turn lovely to bad

Yesterday’s great now seems deplorable.