There has been an excess of girth in our neck of the woods lately, with the end result being this pathetic stab at humor.

From Dearth to Girth

From breath to death
And from dearth to girth,
It's all strain and pain
From birth unto earth.

So;
Is there any correlation
Connection or mate,
To the auspicious signs
A birth-plan or fate?

Lo;
Life is a passage
A journey, a fjord,
Live a long arduous life
And fall on thy sword.

Fibril_late:
5/10/08