‘We begin to live when we have conceived life as tragedy.’
Yeats
There are a few that believe
the flowers waste of time
blooming in spring
Disappearing in the sun
I refute it, thus,
Such is life.
There are some that believe
a useless brutish sort
of life is lived
by the lesser species
I think it not, cause,
Such is life.
There are many that believe
A hell on earth
man created
is the most we may aspire
I hope it not, though,
Such is life.
There are most that believe
God is
somewhere else
having once been so close
I doubt it not, but,
Such is life.
4/28/03
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