Life (version one)

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Though Life has lost its meaning

And Time goes on the same,

Yet I’ll not stop my dreaming

For that would be a shame.

 

Through thoughts that throw a guided path

And other things they turn from,

With these I’ll choke my stony wrath

A pick a little tune to hum.

 

Sometimes I find that Love is like

A rocky path that’s full of snares

Or even like a spiny pike

That leaves your hand so full of tears.

 

And, oftentimes, I will have tried

To be someone I’m not,

And, just as often, I will have cried

Because I’m just a dot.

 

I’m no one; I’m nobody; I don’t matter:

But still I hear my little lies.

I can’t please myself; I can’t flatter:

I’ll still be no one when I die.

 

(written in 1965)

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to cdsmiller17@gmail.com
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