The Days of Life

The days of life come few and fast:
 we feel, we fight, we sleep, we try --
But there's no anodyne of hope
 to give us strength to glimpse the sky

Behind the sludge we paste upon
 our eyes, with all we read into
Our sagging minds. For what is time
 that we should fill it up with

 what is true?

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