
“Oh great Buddha, tell me the secret to life.”
Do the good really die young
As they say
Or with old age
Doth badness accumulate?
It seems to me
To be around the other way
At least in life’s middle range;
I spent my life helping others
Sort through life’s obstacles
To find their way
Now old as a rock
I think I would say
The thought for the day
With oldness unquestioned
The good die old
Touché
tom tenbrunsel
A Carl Sandburg Writer
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