I glimpsed at Love but <br />I realized, as I threw the infant <br />into the fires of Lust, <br />Love was no more. <br />I was with Friends <br />but Brutus told me later, <br />the knives were sharpened <br />by them. <br />I was left with Beauty <br />but this, only the river <br />agreed. <br />So I spoke with Talent, <br />and he said, 'Loneliness kills, <br />dear friend.' <br />I am yet to see Death, <br />but Life's insistent: <br />he's one honest person.<br /><br />Casper Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-toast-to-life/
