Six

This is to all the people who are not alone

This is to all the people who are alone

This is to all the sick people, all the hurt people

All the starving people, all the helpless people

This is to all the dying people

This to all the many, many, different people

A thin transparent dividing line

Between what is and what might be

Between good and bad and right and wrong

Between solitude and solidarity

It is something Socrates lived for

And died for

It is a golden mean

A middle way

That marks human existence

And taints it in paradox

With questions without end

Women of the world twice neglected

Mothers both the beginning and the ending

Of the human pilgrimage

The greatest wealth is human life

The greatest health is happiness

The expensive illusion

For too many fools

Who won't see themselves

As other's will see them

While the starving who knock at the door

And multiply outside

Like a tidal wave will force their way

Do not do unto others

As you would not have them do unto you

So where to we go from here?

C'est la vie!