NOTHING TO BE DONE

Nothing to be Done

Nothing to be done

Nothing lost, nothing won

One road one life

Time and a choice

And the never ending

Paradox

Of life within death-

And death within life.

And so I laugh

At the smiling moon

She’s pale- and weary

Of looking at me;

Yet, still smiling,

Watching me writhe and squirm,

A worm

About to be trod on-

Nothing to be done…