THE DAY IT WAS I LEARNED OF LIFE

The day it was I learned of Life
Was like no other to my mind —
For death that day came closer than
He ever had before that time.

And such was getting short I felt —
Though what that meant I could not say —
It might be year — it might be month —
Or even week — or even day —

Then time to live and time to cry
And time to sing no lonely song —
For when it be one’s time to die —
Of sudden in the world belong —

What point then tell of tear or need —
Or all believe both dark and light —
Repeating pages of the deed —
The growing up — the fear — the flight —

The happiness — the laughter — love —
For all be gone and comfort leave —
And who then after comfort-one —
In memory of gift recieve —

And that with pleasure so to have —
To lend to others — then to give —
To hasten joy — delay the sad —
What other point there be to live —

And so no more to end this Time —
All done of speaking truth and lie —
For what I found was all to find —
The day it was I learned of Life.





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Flint Hunter / Firestone Feinberg 2011