The Chain of A Life
Reflection on Reflecting
As
I grow old, before I am cold,
And
look back along my chain of life,
The
twist and turns, the joys and burns,
Will
I embrace both bonus and strife?
When
put to task and Sphinx does ask
Whence
four, two, three, or none,
How
to divide in parts all the starts
In
a life, portion by portion.
By
place, by love, by stars above,
What
measure best fits the chore?
Where,
why, or when life takes a bend
To
catalog the ground I explore.
How
to explain links in the chain,
Passing
from one phase to the next,
Might
well depend on who will listen
And
provide the ramblings context.
Since
nobody queried my life to read
Is
it to myself I speak?
For
audience of one this job is done
With
poetry as my corny technique.
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