Immortal Lines by an Aging Poet

If wisdom could come from a joyless life of a hundred years where love's never found but hatred comes at the point of a knife, then these lines offer hope with this poem's sound. From dawn to dusk, life drifts—cold and resolved. It is too grand and epic to give pause, to care, for us: fate and being's too evolved! The whys and wherefores, reasons for first cause to know, escape us. We have only time: time to find meaning in ourselves and God. To surmount life and death takes lifetimes: rhyme, or measure, fails to capture or to laud how existence can be both cruel and kind; like drought and rain, life starves or feeds the grass. So, spend time with loved ones—seek friends and find moments together to recall and pass.