Apathy No More

Apathy No More short poem

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Clip not the wings of imagination
Let it fly its uncharted way
Yield now and then to temptation
Let the spirit be free and gay

Suit not the action to the image
Fresh be your speech, and acts new
How rare each day, the moments few
In life overcome death and age

Off with the shackles and chain
Laugh, shout and sing at will
Thereby the true knowledge gain
Man will discover man still

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Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them. When I referenced my diaries for poems written decades (1985-99) ago, I was surprised to find that most related to either Love or Death. I was even more surprised to discover that, with a quick change here and there, many of them could be interchanged to reflect either. It was in this way that I discovered in myself the obsession that Sigmund Freud labelled as Eros and Thanatos, a theme that has fascinated thinkers, poets and writers for centuries. Here you will find Eros and Thanatos and a bit of Philos in between.
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