Life’s events, its catastrophes and joys,
are plotted with such absolute randomness
that everyone should at any moment be prepared for death.
I seed the future with the following fine how-do-you-do:
an intuitive, if sublimated, strand of compassion,
which had been stirred by my stature as a father.
And another that is a thorough cynicism
inculcating myself with a belief that I am living through times
of almost limitless avarice and corruption.
The whiplash from kindness to cruelty,
is becoming ingrained in the human condition,
but I hope to personally lean towards patience.