It always seemed so queer to me <br />That all man’s life is like a flea’s <br />That comes and falls to springly flowers <br />And ticks away upon all hours <br /> <br />Remarkable is not a word <br />That comes to mind to be unheard <br />When speaking of humanity <br />But I ask, “What of sanity? ” <br /> <br />Are we not things upon a rock? <br />Of transcendent reason that we mock <br />To be ended, and born, a flock <br />With seconds ticking on our clock <br /> <br />Yet I can’t help but humbly see <br />Man’s place in this eternity <br />Of hopes and wishes unfulfilled <br />But dreams for such grounds to be tilled<br /><br />Matthew Thomas Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-remarkable-man/
