An Ode To The Hearth



Everything born is birth
Anything dies is dead

Nothing ever really changes
Because nothing is new

Life is given
This same life is taken.

Emptied dreams
Emptied hopes and aspirations
At the river Styx eternally floats.

Lukewarm; of what is hot
And of what is cold?

Man's infinitesimal problems
Take all his times, for human life is
Indeed vain and strife;
Living to impress others impressing others.

Oh mother hearth,
Be revered, for home is
Where lies true love and companionship
Even at the end of civilization
Let there be thy ever burning fire
In our hearts, reassuring
Serendipitous.


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