Of evidence, I have what shames my need,
And I, if wise, should parlay it to proof,
Or realize the meaning of 'succeed'
Without pursuit of what makes me aloof.
I, scarcely knowing it, have tasted joy -
E'en what I have no further need to seek,
Hence I need not a gambit nor a ploy,
Nor what compels a 'hopeless' bard to tweak.
I need but now to offer in return
The goodness newfound friends so often brought
To one who, seeking far too much, did yearn,
For what, through hard pursuit, is seldom caught!
Of evidence, I really have enough,
As friends affirmed that I am 'up to snuff'.