Is it what we felt that is more
meaningful that what is done?
Is it among the storied fallacies
shared by those in bed, left or gone?
Is it what it meant to be as said
or those written, read, thence fade?
All things left undone and carried
bound by the weight responsively;
In the course of conversed intellect,
material as it may be lobbed or dared;
All what is found baseless, like wind,
it withered by the force of nature's lay!
Words may meant something yet to be;
But, nonetheless it possesses more
than what is left said and done with envy!
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