Pulse of Life
Into a world of microbes— born
Without ever knowing why,
A breadth of air fills my lungs
And I enter— with a cry.
A flurry of activity abounds
As I am center of attention,
Without ever knowing why—
Like a political convention.
Though all the years—of growing wiser
I am tuned to the bigotry of life
Surrounded by the environments
Through which I travel—strife.
Then one day—as I become frail
A pulse of life dimming—returning
To the place of where life is at peace
A flickering candle—calmly extinguished.
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