Life - Poem by Michelle Claus
Mortality's been on my mind.
Our story is quick and unkind:
At once we are born
fulfilled and forlorn.
The End. No time to rewind.
There are those who propose we persist
and that life does not cease to exist.
Supposing they're right,
I'll dabble, delight;
the idea is hard to resist.
A middleman marches along
and croons a beautiful song.
He scratches his beard,
thinks, 'Life's really weird, '
then kisses his wife slow and strong.
*Perhaps the second line could read, 'and croons a Milligan song.'
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