We go up the same way we go back down,
it’s the sole way all lives and oceans flow;
a tide’s a time, and human life is so
bound by the years. We may smile, laugh, frown,
expostulate, or claim we have a crown,
so cannot be compelled to sigh and go
straight down to that one place we cannot know,
we are not saved by fame, nor by renown.
The planets in their turning do not care
whether you live or die, the sun will shine
regardless of your short and futile cry
into the coming dark it should not dare
take you to silence, for life is divine.
It does not matter, you must wave goodbye.
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