famish

we are, all of us, famishing
even the glutton some way starves
for one thing or for another
affection, attention or love

for security or power
we are, all of us, famishing
for family or for friendship
for youth or health or wealth now lost

sated in some way, still we want
though the lucky recognize that
we are, all of us, famishing
and they see it for what it is

part of the human condition
always striving, always hungry
it is how we progress...so
we are, all of us, famishing

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Hey there - realized it's been a while since I really played with different poetic forms, so I'm going to try and do that a bit more frequently and when I do, let you know what kind of poem it is. The above is a quatern. 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains of eight syllables per line. The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line.