What A Life Can Mean

We are not of this place,
Thrust here without grace
Into rules that bind
Yet the spark is not blind

Teach me to be as you
Tell me your words are true
Tell me how things must be
Eyes down, never try to see

Now the threats, they fade
As I see the price they paid
To fit into this sad machine
Knowing what a life can mean

Wonder; when old and worn
Left alone for the younger born
Free to finally understand
This life was in another’s hand.

Stoic Poetry

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