Illustration reference: Fantasia 2000
Cursed, I tell you, I am
Since cognizance stirred the mind
Shocked as a digit in door slammed
That the world is oh so unkind
From the start, lessons seem unfair
Punishments meted, no recourse
Missteps of a sort thin and bare
Returned with this hysterical force
It does not dim with time, awakened
Rather increasing perception brings
Our affinity for snarl not mistakened
Hot blood in our eyes ever stings
Busy backdrop is no remedy
A determined life gives us anew
It has not soothed the “ahem” in me
With a parade of the humdrum to do
Such gifts and blessings we had
Endowed from the first breath at birth
We’ve wasted and squandered, how sad
Rode roughshod all over this earth
Even now on the ice floe adrift
We see both the end and beginning
Last hellos and goodbyes offer lift
As patience and poise long been thinning
Yet, abandon with ease, so self-centered
Instead I will offer this view
To leave this place as we have entered
Wide-eyed? Yes. Still the right thing to do…