What is, what was, what could not be 
The standard molar enthalpy 
Reacting to, reacting from 
The sun grows warm, the feet less numb  
For pain is real, and pleasure fleet 
And all our lives, one day, escheat 
Returning to that one great crown 
Picked up where we were last put down 
The sea of life, a spiral drain 
Our days, the cycle part 

Of rain