[This was of our fear: Life]

This was of our fear: Life

--life would not turn out like Great

Literature, but, a sad prose with

A protagonist incapable of tracing the

Sharp lines of love...maybe blind

To the rising denouement--leaving the 

Pages to turn softly, on-and-on-and-

On.

This fear would reverberate into our 

Adult lives and follow us to our 

Graves.