If all we are, see or may deem to be <br />is free like drops of sand on the beach <br />and in each there is no constancy <br />in fancy for something more we reach, <br /> <br />what we teach are trifle roles that are set <br />even if we have met, we are just on a stage <br />where we wage just on chance a mere bet, <br />where what we get, destiny gives with rage <br /> <br />in every age we are just actors in a dream, <br />like a stream where happiness is swept away <br />and every day nothing is as it seem <br />even if we deem, nothing is set to stay; <br /> <br />be that as it may, we know how life is, <br />we enjoy a kiss and passionate feelings <br />we are healing in happy human bliss, <br />more than this we are not away reeling; <br /> <br />even in the sting of life we are safe, <br />even in if grave situations does insist, <br />we do persist against the decimating wave, <br />oblivion's rave, we do in God's hand exist. <br /> <br />[Reference: 'A dream within a dream' by Edgar Allan Poe.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-there-is-something-more-wreathed-quatrains-in-answer-to-edgar-allan-poe/
