To Accept the Universe

Not even the promise of Heaven can make a life in this world,

The statement inspired by the short sojourn upon it,

Having been placed on earth against the will,

And then lived according to a regulated will,

And from that is derived a numbed kind of happiness,

When joy is undermined by weariness,

Though underwritten with hopes and expectations,

As is the optimism of a brighter tomorrow,

Which is akin to the germination of a sparkling idea,

That must be played with and developed,

And kept quiet until it makes its voluptuous entrance,

To find then that ambition is tempered,

As though the referee called luck, offers little better,

And then success is passed over to dotage,

Dreamt of alternative futures having also come to pass,

After what has been a lucky habit of existence,

Depending on which territory of the planet was lived,

The life soon to pass is that of a pithy fable,

The wasted hours and days having been written out,

For time was as important as a glass of water,

Until the dread of ill health began occupying time,

Leaving one great hope that the end comes peacefully.