by Dan Bickert

Find another terrain for such deceivers
Warm life is when it is sans pareil!
Something to me speaks that which should be satisfy
And that which is necessary be satisfying
From instinct comes desire and many a desire is mislaid
It is one of natures' bodements that:
'Thus shall be thus. '
It is authored in closely sealed volumes
Of life's mysteries
And: 'thus is thus
It seems that everything living is to struggle
To pray pardon soi: 'what is?'
Because, it 'Is.'
It is one of life's mysteries
And: 'thus is thus. '
Time wanders onward
Never to meet serenity
Nor to find a lodging in which to rest
Do you feel an oncoming of an élan to come?
With each spring that comes
Blossoms to bring.
Humanity is a far superior creature
But, yet, we humans wither away
To pass away at an unchosen hour

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