After Seeing Doctor Zhivago
After Seeing Dr. Zhivago
Gawaine Caldwater Ross
The tragedy of human life
Can be condensed into some lines
Which, by the very barest bones
Convey the happiness and dreams of youth:
The grand adventure you would take,
The friends who come and go so fast
The killers who infect the night;
Drink! Drink! And drown in wine.
Of all the joy by blizzards blown
What’s left? Arcane, but living roots
Of herbs to wash away the ache
Of faces faint and hearts aghast.
The strong alone hold onto hope,
The rest are lost in mines of grief
Where all that’s left to eat is mold
And no one has the least relief.
Copyright © Gawaine Ross | Year Posted 2012
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