The Human Condition
There will come times
of unimaginable events
Times in one’s life
unforeseen and inexplicable
Times that will test
The mettle of the best
Times that will evoke grief so great
that the stoutest heart will shrivel
Times of bliss and happiness such
That one seems to float in air
Times of stress and dire duress
That seem to rend and tear
Times that try one’s heart
That seem to tear your world apart
There will come times
of blessings and perdition
Their name my friend
Is as it’s always been
...It’s name is ‘the human condition’...`
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2017
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