Brief Wisdom

by Peter Saint-Andre

A butterfly upon the breeze
Might have its own philosophy;
Without concerns, it floats at ease
And joys in its fragility.

Its view of life, with time so short,
Must be unlike the one I hold —
And yet perhaps it would retort
That my night too will soon grow cold.

(cf. Daybreak, ยง553)

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