To Endure One Must Last
It is here and now my struggle at last
Must be recognized.
One true sentence short of a word, is but
a legacy out of grasp and now out of reach.
What is a good fruit full life bereft of
time, mistakes repeatedly made expecting a different result?
Love, violence and death spoken truth never-ending,
while experiencing a different reality that can never come.
Hang on to love and escape from the violence the world
Is consumed with,
Yes death is our true companion a complexity of equations that
a mathematician may then scrutinize.
James McLain Friday, February 14, 2020
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2022
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