“What shall I do?”

aksed my teen-aged friend,

“Shall I attack when I am attacked?,

Shall I raise a loud cry…

when things do not please me?

Oh! Shall I bear the heavy cross…

so silent and mute?,

So that the world could learn to bear!”"My friend”, quote I,

“You asked a little question

Yet to distant and deep

lies the answer for a mortal sinner.

To fathom,

We fume and fret and torture ourselves…

In failure and frustration.

We dive and swim and bask…

In the glorious hours of success.

We dream and medidate,

And court each passing hour,

And the life goes on …on …and on…

While the silent but sure steps of death,

Hasten to our life’s door:

An eternal truth often realized with a shrug,

But here my friend, lies your answer -

When all shall perish onto the dust,

Why attack? …why protest?

Why to remain at daggers drawn?”

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