Sunday, April 18, 2010

Uncertainties

Life is earnest. Life is real.
As we go from meal to meal,
Searching for the rightful diet.
When we find it, we must try it,
Doubting if we can digest it
For at best we've only guessed it.
Whether patriarch or pope
We can only grope and hope.
Whether commoner or king,
Never sure of anything.

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