There were the years that passed<\/p>\n
When I pursued the meaning of life \u2013<\/p>\n
I often did not eat,<\/p>\n
And usually never slept.<\/p>\n
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I realized that life<\/p>\n
Could be given several meanings –<\/p>\n
What mattered was<\/p>\n
How one lived.<\/p>\n
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For me I found<\/p>\n
Writing was the only thing –<\/p>\n
I trained in it till death –<\/p>\n
Then the moment of truth arrived.<\/p>\n
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I chose to write on life as it was,<\/p>\n
Thinking it would culminate<\/p>\n
In a vision that would<\/p>\n
Make my readers\u2019 lives happy.<\/p>\n
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But I concluded happiness is an illusion –<\/p>\n
The closer it gets to its destination,<\/p>\n
The later it is for arrival –<\/p>\n
It promises but never delivers.<\/p>\n
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Life moved on in jaunty distress,<\/p>\n
Ever spinning, never standing,<\/p>\n
Always becoming –<\/p>\n
Never being.<\/p>\n
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I reasoned that I was not seeking happiness –<\/p>\n
But a state more enlightening –
\nThat is why I think<\/p>\n
I am still seeking.<\/p>\n
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You may think I have wasted my life –<\/p>\n
And you could be right,<\/p>\n
But what choice did I have –<\/p>\n
I walked through the only door open to me.<\/p>\n
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Suffern, New York, Dec. 28, 2016<\/p>\n