100% Fatal

poem in rhyming quatrains

 

100% Fatal

 

I suffer from a malady.

which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.

Its something which I must endure.

 

A disease universally

 accepted reluctantly

As affecting every race

A truth that everyone must face.

 

We’re born to live a while than die.

Its only when the end draws nigh.

That we review the life we’ve led,

what we could have done instead.

 

If we had known what we now know.

When we were young so long ago.

Would we have done things differently?

We cannot say with certainty.

 

Our lives are ruled by circumstance.

We roll the dice and take our chance.

Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose

complaining is of little use.

 

We can’t opt out refuse to play

the game continues anyway.

Why are we born only to die.

There has to be a reason why.

 

A part of some great master plan

too complex for the mind of man

 to grasp in it’s entirety.

Embracing all impartially.

 

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Most of us wait to the end to realize the things that are important. In your words I feel a lot of wisdom and life. I lost my best two friends in my life in Iraq. I appreciate everyday I can kiss my child on the forehead and tell her I love her. A excellent poem.
John(Coyote)

[Tate Morgan]

EXCELLANT AND FUTILE ISNT IT OH WELL HERES TO YOU FRIEND