O Lord, I have had enough.
Take my life, I am no better than my ancestors.
Sometimes everything seems irredeemably tough.
We have no faith even in our elders.

As the long dark night passed.
And the problems mounted.
I thought of those who had lost the passed.
How little compared to them have my worries counted.

Nothing lasts for one.
All bread goes stale.
Save one.
And that never goes stale.

So, despite the past, we surely can cope.
Because in the future we can hope.

……….

The past then is gone
And now the future beckons
And one bread then lasts

………..,

See 1 Kings 19: 4-8