The Essence of Man

The cockcrow again To break a new day. The way a chick Breaks forth from A newly hatched egg. Life is the Morningstar That shines forever. The same river That went this way now Will soon be returning To go the other way. Life is a song We already know. Man is the song We shall learn And unlearn forever. Man is the slippery catfish You cannot freely grip. Man bites like a wolf And sting like a bee. His heart is no more In his left or right breast. It is probably in-between His thighs now. And so we go on In life trying To marry it to man.