Paradoxical Irony

If the pursuit of pleasure be the cause of pain,

And having much we still complain,

And living for success we die in vain;

Then what does being, still profit?

When all that’s lost can’t be restored,

The cost of life death can’t afford,

And the beginning is the end of the road,

What do we have to forfeit?

But amidst the gloom hope still exists,

For the weary soul who still persists,

As temptation to yield his will resists,

And he presses on some more:

For at the end of darkness there will be light,

And there’s a reward for every well fought fight,

What’s sown in tears will be reaped in delight,

When he stands on that distant shore.

Eric A Trott

26^th August 2014