The Untitled Poem
The Untitled Poem
Born to die, we live to dream
Thoughts flowi boundless as the sky
The world closing in with a cold metal scream
As we search for the how, scan for the why
Pray for an answer to the problem of living.
Our questions are old, desires unforgiving
We make love and war, with passionate fury
We tally the balance of taking, giving
Thinking like judges and behave like juries
Cooling our emotions in reason's soft light.
We decide our own fates on the edge of night
When the time comes and finds us no place to retreat
We control our rage, command our fright
To take leave of us, casting weakness at our feet
To take our place at last, to look back nevermore.
The time draws near, when we shall knock on Heaven's door.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2018
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