Escape From Life

What becomes of a world of war? The world is crowded, lonely, happy and sad Bored I am of life I am bored Whisperings of life hint it is stressed The strait between hope and despair Forthwith bears an obscure seclusion A menace seeping through the pores of gladness What is deprived but a hope that's deferred? To live again is as sure as to die To die is as certain as to live How live the man of what kills him? He obviously kills what keeps him alive There's no goodness in the dead You only live alive to forge ahead Fall down flat, bounce back up You fall deceased, but not back up Next to the senile mind of wisdom I learn The juvenile meddles unashamedly with the root of serious evils I behold aloof as the young cruelly earns The black and gray seek an escape from life's tempest