Speare Earth Poetry Poet Didactic

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Why

Do we waste so much time

With sorrow and envied pity for ourselves?

Well

It is true that we are now grown

But not so long ago we were 

Helpless messes of fragile flesh

And unformed bones

 Squeezing

Through bursting mother holes

  Trailing
 Dung and exhausted blood.

For

We could  not ask then

Why it was necessary for us also to grow?

So why now should we be shaking our heads

gnashing our teeth

And staring blankly at our feet

Wondering bitterly;

Why the young die,

And the old suffer.

Why time’s chariot halts not

When we ourselves have come to stations

Where we would like to rest .

So 

It is like a child

To wish that the several 

Hands of time to cease.











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