Count No Man Happy
 


Count no man happy till he dies.
Herodotus (and he would know),
on life's capricious enterprise.
 
Completion's viewed through others' eyes:
the critic knows this - and the crow.
Count no man happy till he dies
 
for who'd outlive their own demise?
The wisest guess just when to go
(life's a capricious enterprise).
 
From each new dawn we compromise
fresh monsters in our path - and so
count no man happy till he dies.
 
what price the haven 'love' supplies
turns out to be your Alamo?
Life's a capricious enterprise.
 
We cavil both at how-time-flies
and how that flight can seem so slow...
Count no man happy till he dies
of  life's capricious enterprise.

Kevin Saving

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