Monday, December 23, 2019

Weep

I know all things must end; all good must pass;
And entropy will vanquish everywhere.
Existence is an insubstantial gas
Whose vapor dissipates into the air.
I know the world we live in, too, is doomed:
That as a species we have wrecked it so
That when by other hands we are exhumed
They'll wonder at our rush to meet our woe.
I know all this: that everything will fade
And all that we can do is weak and frail;
I know that everyone should live afraid
And like a baby never speak but wail;
I know it, but I cannot but believe
Despite it all, it's valuable to grieve.