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Updated poem

2026-06-01

Existance is the prize itself

Sadly a childhood friend of one of my nieces recently died at 36 of a brain tumour. I gave this poem a re-write.

Life is but a long farewell
While clawing at eternity's shell
No rhyme nor reason, no justice in sight 
A frantic push against entropy's might
This fleeting hare 
Brings grave dispair
But pointless is a daily dread
Of closing circuit in our bed
Here then gone, a spark in the night?
Our passing through is never trite
Best keep your malaise on the shelf
Existance is the prize itself