in the end <br />we all bid <br />farewell <br />to ourselves <br />in the cold <br />the world a stage <br />everybody has <br />to play no, <br />not Shakespeare's <br />suggested single role <br />but a double role <br />master and slave <br /> <br />this physique <br />that stoically <br />bids us <br />do its chores <br />for all its needs <br />physical, spiritual <br />the most exacting partner <br />one would ever get <br />a quiet stoic bullier <br />and after all the slavery tasks <br />the master leaves <br />the slave in the cold <br />a cold that freezes <br />in the finest of weather <br />without the snow <br />the blizzard <br />deep into everybody's heart, soul <br /> <br />the master and slave <br />a marriage made in heaven <br />till death do us part<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-death/
