No way to prepare
for the transient world
you are sad you are happy
then sad again
and on it goes
You fix the fire
and the cat wants in
you fix the fire
and the cat wants out
and on it goes
You step outside
under a starless sky
in the chalky dark
and the naked cold
and you shrug
Wisdom
if it comes at all
comes too late
to do you much good
ask the old
