Only the fear of the grave pit
Held over our heads from the start
Keeps us bound in harness and bit,
Willing to pull a heavy cart
At the pleasure of our betters,
Those who haven't learned their letters.
We must lead our lives in two spheres—
One life spent in bleak drudgery
Without the benefit of ears
To listen to a symphony,
Another spent in touch with all
The energies that rise and fall.
Our souls compounded in this way
Have four legs, as it were, to brace
Against the harshest blows the day
Delivers, and we still can face
The next day with the knowledge that
We will survive, through lean or fat.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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