Life and Its Tragedy – A Poem

IMG_1936You are the hero,

A heart born to live,
A mind willing to thrive,
A body bound to die.

History does not remember lives that are willing.


You are the lover,

A soul searching to love,
A body left to lust,
A story ending in nothing.

Ballads are not sung to hearts that grow cold.


You are but man,

An infant coming to youth,
A youth desiring to age,
A sorrow to grow old.

Beauty has no place for those who are told.


You are no god,

A sight for the unseen,
An awe for the unknown,
A reach to not hold.

Religion does not embody those who are broken.


Isaac Olajos

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