To Die, To Live

There's never a good time to die
Unless I know that I have lived
A simple truth, and not a lie
Which makes old men regret and sigh. 

There’s never a good time to live
Unless the seed of scorn has died
Or has long withered in the sieve
Of conscience freed from dire reprieve. 

There’s never a good time for birth
Unless I raise myself above
The greatest pain of little worth
Which haunts me as I breathe on earth.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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