A Century Cannot Be Long Enough

A century cannot be long enough, I think, to learn the secrets of this life. This earth, however round, has edges rough And crevices, wide, deep, and filled with strife, Temptation, malice, jealousy! Confused, We skip a jester's waltz around them all. The skies ignorant eyes each day peruse Then to the earth they fall, and still we fall. Where did we come from, and for whose pleasure Do we stumble about in search of love, Yet in pursuit of one bloody measure Death, before enlightened we rise above These trials. But then, to live two hundred years-- Not even then we'd understand us here.