Free is man from man when a fellow exerts no influence
and we are bound friend to enemy by social dependence.
A man doesn't think upon the ending of his days
but only attempts continuing his well-trod ways.
A lot of folks would have to die to make the world a better place,
but after they're dead and buried they'd only be replaced.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Triumvirate of Couplets
at 1:26 PM Labels: philosophy, poem, short
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