Writ on the Steps of Puerto Rican Harlem

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There’s a truth limits man
A truth prevents his going any farther 
The world is changing
The world knows it’s changing
Heavy is the sorrow of the day
The old have the look of doom
The young mistake their fate in that look 
That is truth
But it isn’t all truth

Life has meaning
And I do not know the meaning 
Even when I felt it were meaningless
I hoped and prayed and sought a meaning
It wasn’t all frolic poesy
There were dues to pay 
Summoning Death and God 
I’d a wild dare to tackle Them
Death proved meaningless without Life
Yes the world is changing 
But Death remains the same 
It takes man away from Life 
The only meaning he knows 
And usually it is a sad business 
This Death

I’d an innocence I’d a seriousness
I’d a humor save me from amateur philosophy
I am able to contradict my beliefs 
I am able able
Because I want to know the meaning of everything
Yet sit I like a brokenness 
Moaning: Oh what responsibility 
I put on thee Gregory
Death and God
Hard hard it’s hard

I learned life were no dream
I learned truth deceived
Man is not God 
Life is a century 
Death an instant

© Gregory Corso