…/To live toward our death/….

To make us disappear
To live toward our death
This is what we are about
Every day & month & year
Not fearing but courting
When we seek to be part
To fit in, to have faith
& esprit de corps
To contribute the best of us
To distinguish ourselves
In our death is fulfillment not rest
Meaning death bestows on life
We touch our impending death
And cry for the blossoms of spring
Yet they too die & each year
Cry for yourself then
& live the more for life
This life of all

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on February 5th, 2010 | No Comments »

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