Poem -
Toil
Toil.
Toil,
curse of
sentience.
Toil,
once it
began.
Jungle
abandoned.
Never
ending
toil.
Expanding.
Never
fulfilled.
Always
more.
More
to do,
create,
make.
No longer
satisfied.
Content
no more.
Simple
no more.
Pushing
forward.
Harder.
Effort.
Complexity
expands.
Permeates.
Toil, what
advances
the game.
Sentience,
toil,
existence.
Inexorably
entwined.
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Comments
INTERESTING POEM LINDA
Thank you for reading Linda.
JP
My life is toil but it is also ambition. We all work for a living. Animals do to as they are doing it for survival. Love this. You made me think, which is often hard for me to do.
greg
Thanks Greg.
JP