Thursday, August 11, 2011

NOTHING TO BE DONE


Nothing to be Done

Nothing to be done
Nothing lost, nothing won
One road one life
Time and a choice
And the never ending
Paradox
Of life within death-
And death within life.

And so I laugh
At the smiling moon
She’s pale- and weary
Of looking at me;
Yet, still smiling,
Watching me writhe and squirm,
A worm
About to be trod on-
Nothing to be done…

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