The Soul Of A Century/The scars of life
THE SCARS OF LIFE
(Graveyard Blossoms)
VIII.
Before me lies a skull white-bleached and furrowed
My eyes try hard to count each ridge of strife
While in my mind, from out these convolutions,
I weave a living picture of past life.
Love carved this furrow; envy cut this groove;
This one meant bliss; ill fortune that one wrought;
And these few shorter, straighter running furrows
Are they not the paths of some former thought?
As my memory records this deathly picture,
Thus the mind endows the skull with signs.
If in your life you thought but less, old fellow,
How much smoother could have been these lines!
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