Poem to Life When will I come to pass? I asked every time I am weary When I hear the clock ticks Each second seem a million years I despise life, its monotony From birth to school to growing old Has it concealed its meaning? Why is there loneliness, emptiness? Can’t it all be love, peace and happiness? I seek but perceived none I ponder but of the wrong wisdom Still I am perplexed And to kill my body I toiled hard but not enough It only add vexation to my spirit Each day a raging torment Each night a bed of nails Then I stumble upon a book Besmirched by years it read: “It is necessary to have wished for death to know how good it is to live.. Live then and be happy. Until the day God deigns to reveal the future to men All human wisdom will be contained in these two words WAIT and HOPE” Originally written on Jan.23.2003 by: Terranya M. Tiamson Quote taken from the Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas readmore at ht...
