not enough

it's all most
men
need. the machinery
of work,
a place
to put muscle
and brain
to use, to pay for
all that
gives comfort
in this world, enough
to win the girl,
to make
new life. shelter
and food,
it's that simple
when young,
but then a day arrives
when
it's not enough.
the darkness
of the factory,
the oil and grease of
time
takes hold,
and the wonder is less
about
what has been won,
and more about what
has happened
to one's soul.