Introspectors
Bandaging wounds that we have not inflicted,
Embracing the weary, the poor, the afflicted,
In this, we find ourselves.
Needing to know the ways of all things,
Giving, and taking, we wear golden rings,
Hoping for meaning and joy.
Under all this is a question we face:
Must we continue to run in the race?
All of us answer when’er we laugh,
No thing can erase our life’s epitaph.
5 July 2016
Written for "Being Human" contest, sponsored by John Hamilton
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2016
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