August 1, 2011

SCAR

Life’s a flattened Good Year tire.
It's a Jewish woman restrained by wire.

It's a black man hanged up high –
a silhouette against the sky.

It's the passion of a love that burned
although that love was not returned.

It's addiction to escapes.
It's a box of old keepsakes.

A mother's star.
Her son's at war.

Life is a scar. 
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods?

- The Lays of Ancient Rome

✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

- Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam