Desire
maybe Epicurus might'a been furious
if he'd lost all of his desire
combed the ground, to look around
for lost wants to quench his ire
where'd he drop his taste for food
and pour out his tongue for wine
no lyre to pluck his ire for good
no nimble lover to limbly entwine
no want for jaunt to walkabout sea
or hope to climb pinnacled knowledge
the soul enslaved to desireable plea
too hard released from its bondage
just might want philosophy to be
freeing of fears brings tranquility
no purpose repurposed for plan B
afterlife ever after an impossibility
yet, today is right here, right now
and we all can provision it wisely
accept what joy providence will allow
see, as he, an Epicurean view blithely
© Goode Guy 2011-12-05
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicurus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicureanism
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2011
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