If even best and luckiest of us
Go through the painful, pitiful existence,
What is the prize on our way to dust
But only knowledge of the higher vistas?
We are obliged to live and deal with trouble,
And some have even gift of life enjoyment!
For some the path is laurels and marble;
For others it's just tiresome and poignant.
Yet some of us achieve the high command
Of living spirit under body cover;
The way to spend the years before the end
Is to aspire, wonder and discover.
The power of mind is the reward,
Though knowing is painful, tough and hard.
08.02.2016
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