Poem -

Born,Live,Die

Born,Live,Die

Some say
we’re born,
we live,
then die.
That’s it.
One grasp
at the 
brass
ring.
That’s all.
Therefore,
do whatever 
it takes to
come out 
on top.
Step on,
step over
do whatever 
to win.
Why not!
The ones
with the most
toys in 
the end
win!
I 
wonder.
Small thinking,
limited.
Is reality 
really so
simple?
Is it
all so
selfish?
Does 
humanity have
the gravitas to
know such
things?
Karma,
could reality
be more 
nuanced?
Probably so.
Children 
of the void 
are we.
Much to
learn.

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Tony Taylor

Hey JG!!.... certainly worthy subject matter that makes a point..... for me the point is simple...... materialism sucks... because most definitely you cannot take your 'toys' with you in the end...... but you can take those wonderful experiences of being alive with you...... so live well.... live hard...... live soft..... enjoy the moments...... have faith..... for ANYTHING that is conceivable IS possible!!.......ALL STARS!!......thanx for sharing this my friend!!....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?❤

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John Prophet

Hi Tony,

“for ANYTHING that is conceivable IS possible!!...” Agreed,

since we don’t know what’s possible, anything is possible. 

Those who think they have it figured out, simply expose themselves.

Thank you for reading my work.

JG

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