This poem is a somber reminder of trading off spiritual and eternal hope for temporary, worldly pleasures. I use the first-person singular, but hope to avoid being in the number.
Three stanzas use iambic pentameter with an ABBA rhyme scheme, a bit different from my usual.
The first stanza goes like this:
I sought in Man to satisfy my needs,
I tried to make this Earth my fixed abode;
In Things I placed my trust, to the Flesh I sowed,
In these came Death, for all my evil deeds.