On the Human Comedy, Falling from Grace, and Texting
Poetic musings on where we fit (or don’t) in the scheme of things.After fall then comes the snow when some plants die and some kids grow as all the many cycles run their course. One war is won another lost and either way there is great cost. The pious pray and sinners feel remorse. Some lovers kiss while others fight and claim they are not treated right. One walks in another out the door. Victors laugh and losers cry and babies scream and old folks die and mourners weep for those they d...