Friday, May 27, 2011

On life

*** on life ***
What thoughts are these
Self pity masquerades as majesty of spirit
Sprouting self-important martyrdom
As an excuse for all failings
All days become worthlessly disposable
As if there were so many more
Rather than a finite thread
Whose length you can foresee
Whether great or extreme brevity
This brash ignorance of mortality
Even ancient greeks professed to know more
We advanced in so many ways fail
To acknowledge this temporal insecurity
How the lives we lead are prior marked
A journey from birth to death
No extensions able
No diversions or detours
When journey's ticket fully used
The life we lived expired.

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