Laws are men-made
men are fallible
ergo,  no law is infallible

Don't tell me
the bravest
have no fear
or fears-
human they are
like me and you-
their strength
does wane
they falter too

for courage
is relative
a matter of degree-
in the battle-field
death stares
at their faces
they'd wish
to return to family
and abandon
possible victory

prudence
is stronger
than bravery

the bravest prefer
to live than to die
for king or country

The hard part
is not doing
how people inch to act
they know no ceasing

myriad words they pour out
daily,- unending
bent only on
the same thinking

their minds too stimulated
never in silence, resting
other people's ideas
they can't stop picking

what has been taken in
  is like leech sticking
on the skin-  time rushes in compounding
  what's left is but the death of meaning

They were always
ahead of me
but somehow
theirs was not the victory

on past knowledge
they relied-- blindly
and were not aware
I'd since changed my strategy

H   Hold on

O  Open to possibilities

P   Partner it

E    Engage with it

Upper class
middle class
low class

measured
by wealth
inheritance
education?

I'm a humanist
hence
humanity is my class

no distinction
do I trust

Life's inevitability-
old age
I accept
I don't rage

others are upset
they debate-
with beauty and wonders
I engage

time is tyrannical
often it does berate
I look askance
the day I celebrate


aside I've willingly set
every grievance and regret -
when the final chime strikes
I'll ready to embark on the passage