We shall surely die…

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903

We shall surely die:

Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and cold,
And we know not why?

O, the By-and-By,
And the tale that’s told!
We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?

Grow old and sigh,
Grudge and withhold,
Resent and scold?…
Not you and I?
We shall surely die!


About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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3 Responses to We shall surely die…

  1. Natasha P says:

    I like your choices of so optimistic poetry.

  2. Miss Club says:

    Yes! So enjoy your last weeks!

  3. the dead-to-be says:

    But before we die, let’s vote for Hillary – the death will come sooner.

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