The Question of Three Kinds
In my mind, there are three kinds of people.
Those who, at one time or another in their lives,
ask this one question -
when does the darkness enter us?
And they despair of the answer being:
eventually.
The second kind are those who never think about it.
They are, to me, the more blissful -
but I suppose that is what's said about the ignorant.
And the third kind - the third kind are those
who never ask that one question.
Not because of lack of caring, lack of musing,
but because they don't have to.
They relish the answer being:
early.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2016
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