Born,Live,DieA Poem by E.J. Waling
Some say
we’re born, we live, then die. That’s it. One grasp at the brass ring. That’s all. Therefore, do whatever it takes to come out on top. Step on, step over do whatever to win. Why not! The ones with the most toys in the end win! I wonder. Small thinking, limited. Is reality really so simple? Is it all so selfish? Does humanity have the gravitas to know such things? Karma, could reality be more nuanced? Probably so. Children of the void are we. Much to learn. © 2018 E.J. WalingReviews
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1 Review Added on August 30, 2018 Last Updated on August 30, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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