In the end
Rage is for the young
Life is short, the philosophers say
Whatever its term, it ends quickly
No matter how much you fight or pray
.
It will last forever until one day
Robust health is gone. You are sickly
Life is short, the philosophers say
.
It’s nothing new. It was e’er that way
What once ran smoothly, now rests prickly
No matter how much you fight or pray
.
Youth spends years spinning silk, making hay
Then blood starts flowing slow and thickly
Life is short, the philosophers say
.
Now age weighs heavy, and still you lay
The destined end comes predictably
No matter how much you fight or pray
.
The light dims, and vigor flows away
Do you know in your senility?
Life is short, the philosophers say
No matter how much you fight or pray
About the Creator
Pitt Griffin
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, it occurred to me I should write things down. It allows you to live wherever you want - at least for awhile.
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Comments (1)
Yes, no matter how we try, life would pass us by. Loved your Villanelle!