Everything I have seen during my narcissistic
Days there lives, the pretentious one perishing
In his own righteousness and then there is the
Malicious one eternalizing his menacing.
For even calamity may make a wise man
Act crazy and love can destroy the heart.
A name surpasses life itself and fatality
Than the day of one’s childbearing.
Initially there is life. We live, we play, we
Work, we regret, we forget. In the beginning
There is absence of knowledge, the end is
A world of memories, a pool of hope.
Better is the conclusion afterward of a matter
Than its beginning. The end is death.
Inspired by the Elegy form
By Amanda H. 1ST PERIOD
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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It's a new kind of elegy, I like it.
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