The Present Hill

  We all stand upon the present hill

        And wander away to tomorrow

   Wishing we strode the richness furrow

  We all stand upon the present hill

        And touch distant worlds of no scarcities

  As we crunch our present anxieties

  We all stand upon the present hill

        And lick dream that luxury served thought

  Inveighing the scantiness servitude slot

 We all stand upon the present hill

        And taste, lick and munch tomorrow wishes

 As we float to the unrealized riches

 We all stand upon the present hill

        And soar, knowing there some shall not reach

               Or would realize with a killed wish

          

               But standing upon the present hill

                         –toiling and dreaming–

               We know the both of ourselves, as we feel

               The world there and here, the present hill