''In Reply To Hamlet's Soliloquy'' Ii
“To be, or not?” asked Hamlet, tortured soul,
a mind transfixed between looming limbo
and life's thin, airy hold; this loathsome role,
philosophers and poets have played (though
some now sleep). Not wealth, nor the lap of pleasure,
nor thought, strength, health, youth, nor unbridled power,
nor in the lines of this poem's solemn measure
can be found the answer: life's but a flower,
a precious gift, that lives for a short time
still. Enjoy its beauty and brief glory
while it's here, for in life all that's sublime
and dark in this world is transitory.
None can say for sure if the sleep of death
is gentler than life: so cherish every breath.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2023
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