A Lesson For My Dog
As I was being laid to rest
With my arrogance abreast,
I asked the providence if I was already dead
“You were never born”, it said.
So, all life was but a condescending tease,
And the gods, still laugh on me with ill ease.
It was a drama where bliss and malady took turns
With a doleful gut, only my dog, now mourns,
The end of my hollow existence,
‘Be the happiness or an extraordinary menace’.