The whole, wholly hole.

I feel and I heed and I steal for a need just to find a whole system of clarity,
A dream as you say, or perhaps you will play, we could find the existence of parity,
To one who still stays, and the other who pays not to work for a registered charity,
But like the cold few, we amend the ones who, will be selfless enough for to care.
The flicks they are fixed with appropriate mixes of sixes and sevens who marry,
And each are dependent on suitable pendants of love round the necks which they carry,
Their tokens of ownership strapped on the third left hand fingers of Tom, Dick and Harry,
But perhaps it is lost, on the sizeable cost of the terrible burdens we share.