Some Reflections on Life
Children, love, beauty
Jargon for happiness...
I see your impish innocence
And can't trouble to pause
Your questions are tactless.
I have placs to go.
And ye mustard flowers and red gulmohors
Nature's beauty at its best
But we need to deal with many a beast
Of a mightier law.
Love, frailest passion
Ensconed in myth and delusion
Jilters abound,
Pain - the ultimate regulation.
What are we, cash counting hounds?
(Hard language is not to condemn or berate-
-That's not my job-
But state.)
We slave our asses
Benumbed by the glitter of acceptance
Yet we remain minions
Of destiny where neither jargon shall hold.
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