Saturday, January 4, 2014

Playing


I left the game thinking myself a winner,
Returning to recognize
It really isn’t a game
And nobody wins or loses.

Though we can’t live in today
Before it is yesterday,
Melancholy is not the inevitable outcome.
Indeed neither joy nor sadness, are prescribed.
But as to choices, let us agree
No life exists without our acceptance,
And it matters not what “is”
(Unless you are Bill Clinton).
For we are ill equipped  to know.

I would not judge the Rubaiyat’s
“One moment in annihilations  waste”
A better response than Psalm 23.4’s
“Though I walk through the valley of  the shadow of death...”

Whether scatological or sacred, both dream they are choosing.













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