it all amounts to nothing in the end

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 22 May 2009 at 4:55 pm

when we were young
we talked, naively
about being older
because that’s
all we wanted

when we were older
we talked, longingly
about being young
because that’s
all we wanted

when we’re
dead
will we talk, knowingly
about being alive?

or will we finally
be content
with where we are?

(D. James)

A simple poem that has a great effect. This is very good insight on the oddity of how man is.

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Quackster 23 May 2009 at 10pm

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