A Dusty Road*
Walking on our dusty road
I found the body of a bright green snake.
Alas! Thought I, and forward strode.
Thoughts of death and beauty began to wake
When I began to think of life
I found the body of a bright green snake.
What use is beauty when warring with strife?
If life is gone , all is dust.
(when I began to think of life)
Is the price of life unjust?
Then a lark I chanced to hear.
If life is gone, all is dust.
Loss makes us life endear
So dust and snake will help define
Then a lark I chanced to hear.
So, When beauty and death combine
Dust and snake will help define
Walking on our dusty road
Alas, thought I, and forward strode.
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