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
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