100% Fatal

I suffer from a malady.
which is slowly killing me.
There’s no known cause nor any cure.
Its something which I must endure.

A disease universally
accepted reluctantly
As affecting every race
A truth that everyone must face.

We’re born to live a while than die.
Its only when the end draws nigh.
That we review the life we’ve led,
what we could have done instead.

If we had known what we now know.
When we were young so long ago.
Would we have done things differently?
We cannot say with certainty.

Our lives are ruled by circumstance.
We roll the dice and take our chance.
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
complaining is of little use.

We can’t opt out refuse to play
the game continues anyway.
Why are we born only to die.
There has to be a reason why.

A part of some great master plan
too complex for the mind of man
to grasp in it’s entirety.
Embracing all impartially.

Wednesday,18 November 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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