The Wonderer

I sit here in my little room
With thoughts of economic theory,
Until my feeble little mind
Begins to grow a trifle weary.

And so I ponder life some more
And ask myself, what it's all for.
Then hope that past this complex bore
We'll realize there's something more.

That ‘ics and ‘isms, theories, schemes,
Are not the stuff that make up dreams.
And ‘though with institutions teems,
Life may be saner than it seems.

For isn't it concern and love
From fam’ly, God and cherished friends,
That bring real meaning to our life;
And on which more our life depends.