a little boy sits
on a boat going to dapitan
alone he remains silent
throughout the trip
i watch him closely,
his sad eyes following
the ripples on the river
without much thinking
a voice speaks as though
from heaven 'another victim'
was it not Schopenhauer
who in his pessimistic meter
once said that life is a seducer
that brings forth another sufferer?
i admire his courage
and will
for in my youth
i never fought
as i, like hamlet
took no action but
doubt.
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