Being And Nothngness Poem by Francie Lynch
Being And Nothngness
I learned to ask for nothing
At an awful early age;
And nothing gets monotonous,
Cause nothing stays the same.
As I grew in beingness,
Nothing never changed.
I expect nothing less
When I'm aged and grey;
Cause nothing still awaits for me
When cold and in my grave.
Don't dwell on your afterlife,
Don't fret on what you got;
After all the prayers are done,
There's nothing in the box.
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