Such Times Are Here
Such Times are Here
51.
There be utter madness
That pervades the world today.
It's enough to cause a troubled soul
To just up and melt away.
Such times are here to try us all
Forcing one to seize the day
But to those of lesser fortitude...
Stand back...
You're getting in our way.
The End
Hope is Oft in Bold Dispute
52.
Hope is oft in bold dispute.
It bears a thousand scars.
It brings texture to a folly
Who's premise seems bizarre.
But the path to sweet success
Is not without its manic curves
And hope is all you need in life
To get something you deserve.
The End
Folly of Choice
53.
With shopping carts their home to be
And accouterments of peculiar goals
To labor ever forward in make-believe.
Tis well to praise these tangled souls
Who slake till final breath a nobility
From piffling life's immoral shoals.
While plodding in step with their ability
Knowing well the loss of blessed rest
To countervail such ably won fragility.
And perched upon our mountain crest...
We sit bewildered by such earthy ties
As if choice was theirs to second best.
Thus every morning the sun will rise...
Incrementally ensuring a slow demise.
The End
54.
This too Shall Pass
'This too shall pass,'
The inscription read
To give a sovereign
Peace of mind.
Thus... can a peasant
Claim to piggyback
And so mitigate
Their daily grind?
But the happenstance
That afflicts the poor
Be doggedly persistent
Over time. So... I presume
'This too shall pass,'
Rings hollow... for those
We leave behind.
The End
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