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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