Monday, September 24, 2018

Paradox Of Life




Be mindful of the warmth of youth,
Keep an oculus dexter on the flock,
Be thoughtless to the shudder of death,
Yet, keep an oculus sinister on the clock.

 Where is the truth that you seek?
For errs of man holds this constant residence,
Beset by royal class and lesser pedigree,
Gold for one, and famine the other's pestilence.

 The answers that you shall find,
Will never be found in some ancient vilified book,
Nor, the riddles of life be unraveled,
By some ghost and shepherd's hook.

 Open your heart to the gift
Bestowed upon mankind,
For every creature alike
Belong to the Universe's master design. 
- John Hardesty 
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