End

On all fours they stare below 

Hoping to find what all must know 

but nothing comes and nothing goes 

then onto two without explanation 

 

On two they know what they hoped to find 

below isn't there 

it's in the mind 

Not now, Don't mind to care 

 

Down to three they plop 

hoping ne'er to stop 

for now they know what they hope to find 

We all must go 

We cannot rewind 

 

and then flat we go 

Our fame 

Is now our name 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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toby.whitford.5

I wrote this poem as a Freshman in English class learning about. I wanted to talk about inner demons with allusions to the Sphinx's riddle. 

I wanted to change the voice at the end of the poem from third person to first person to parallel how humans find solidarity with death and when we are close to dying. 

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