Ye of little faith,
Its better to be bastards and lame
for falling on the sword
is fitting justice for the life lived
In the agony of morning life
until the evening of youth
We wonder its quandaries
and ponder its relevance
But accepting life's fashion
is boon of our society
Tis Romeo to speak of it
and be Macbeth not to
As wee live and breath
Its there fore the taking
Yet to step on the ledge
will lead to a path greatly worn
following Star Trek's motto
When embraced hurts
as much as it comforts
Only when one's obedience is blind
will it reveal its secrets
Found in the twilight of life
When moors have been swam
and shores conquered
Only when our memory is like the elephant's
Does one really consider it relevant
