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Our Only Certainty
Donald P. Goodman III

In spring new life arises, splendid, green, and young;
in summertime it flourishes in summer's ray;
in autumn it remembers, its past glories sung;
but in the winter it must die and pass away.
So go all living things; not least so goes mankind;
we're born; our parents cherish for us futures bright;
but as the years progress, our hopes we leave behind;
before long, old and broken, we close eyes to light.
So why should fleshly things so often hopeful be?
We're born, we live, we die; have we all lost our sight?
No man enslav'd to death can ever say he's free;
All things will pass away: our only certainty.