Seldom (A Poem)

There was a plenty to be expected,

There was a few to be received

There was a lot to be desired,

There was a tad to be fulfilled

There was a mate when I dozed, in bed

It was gone when I dawned, in red

There was a 50 I had,

There was a 100 I spent

There was an eternity at the end of the road,

But the road never seemed to end

More often than not I longed to have my way,

Seldom I had it in the end