Thoughts of Question
I think of death a little now
Regrets are none
to find . . .
The time to dream has faded out,
just questions fill
I donít believe the end of life
alone can close the mind
. . .
For union but expands the self
that nourishes in kind.
Does it seem that fate would cause
one man to die, to yield anotherís
birth . . .
Does it always happen that natureís laws
Thirty thousand days of life have passed
since my ill-remembered
birth . . .
To think of all the thoughts amassed
which soon must leave
Thirty thousand days and nights I thought
time enough to try . . .
And though many battles were glorious fought,
I find thereís time to die.
I cannot know what meaning paves
the untraveled path . . .
I only know whatever braves,
a sea of wrath.
Whatever must come most surely does
assured course . . .
The way of destiny triumphs because
are its source.
I said I could with hunger live
on love of all
mankind . . .
What kind of food can you now give,
To satisfy my mind?
Copyright ©1998 by Leon D. Schlossberg. All rights reserved.
Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic Ė First Journey (Sept. 2000)
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