Born,Live,Die

Born,Live,Die

A 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. Waling


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Gee
Much to learn indeed. Did someone not say that experience is a tardy friend that visits us way too late. Gotta grasp the nettle, ouch, seize the day, party like there is no tomorrow, then hang, wishing it was yesterday and you hadn't partied like there was no tomorrow. Whatever we do we usually end up wishing that we had done at least a wee bit of the doing differently :)) Well, something like that.
Good evening JGC, enjoyed reading you.

Posted 7 Years Ago


E.J. Waling

7 Years Ago

Hi Gee,

Wow, thank you for reading my work and for
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E.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..