And All That's Nice
[I wrote this poem in response to Robert Frost's 'Fire and Ice']
I was told that the cause for our end
(In an inevitable cosmic amend)
Is fire and ice.
Now wouldn’t that be nice?
What fertile dreams can some plot
And harvest wars, and set the rot
Some have died many a times
While some, maybe, or sometimes.
The curious means to our end
Can only make me pretend
That all’s well when it’s not
I remember now what I forgot.
That while some live their dreams
Some practice being Supreme
Is the cause to live the heaven on earth,
Your mantra and devilish mirth?
Does it matter if its fire and ice
Even if they do suffice?
But it matters how you’ve led your life
Though you may live once or twice.
Copyright © SC
03rd April 2009