I glimpsed at Love but
I realized, as I threw the infant
into the fires of Lust,
Love was no more.
I was with Friends
but Brutus told me later,
the knives were sharpened
by them.
I was left with Beauty
but this, only the river
agreed.
So I spoke with Talent,
and he said, 'Loneliness kills,
dear friend.'
I am yet to see Death,
but Life's insistent:
he's one honest person.
Casper Fields
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-toast-to-life/
