The Human ConditionA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)And only humans are prey to itThere will come times of unimaginable events Times in one’s life unforeseen and inexplicable Times that will test The mettle of the best Times that will evoke grief so great that the stoutest heart will shrivel Times of bliss and happiness such That one seems to float in air Times of stress and dire duress That seem to rend and tear Times that try one’s heart That seem to tear your world apart There will come times of blessings and perdition Their name my friend Is as it’s always been ...It’s name is ‘the human condition’... © 2017 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic) |
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Added on September 11, 2017 Last Updated on September 11, 2017 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more.. |

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