In this world and of this world, <br />we wonder whence we came and where to <br />morrow we will soon be whirled <br />through three score years and ten. Prepare! Two <br />moments matter, first cry hurled, <br />and last sigh [m]uttered, spluttered. There, too, <br />who remembers foetus curled <br />or corpse encoffined, both as bare to <br />any here. What flag unfurled <br />may wake the winds or ever dare to <br />show true way the world is twirled, <br />the how, the why, yet still speak fair... Who? ...<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-this-world-5/
