Hot Keys Poem by Lev Brekhman

Hot Keys



One can, of course, love ardently.
One can, of course, deeply hate.
In any case one's mind is dented,
And one will die at an early date.
Serenity! The key to Wisdom.
Longevity is Wisdom's middle name.
The wise will sure enter the Kingdom,
Their names will shine at Hall-of-Fate.

Saturday, November 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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