for nothing more

the poor look at the rich
and wish
to be one of them, as does the man
or woman
alone,
seeing a couple holding hands,
in love.
they want what they see,
as if happiness
will arrive
at the same time.
the thirsty want water,
the hungry food.
it never ends in filling this
void.
this empty space inside of all
of us,
until we
stop
and pray, to love
and to wish for nothing more.