A poem by: Ben Dunk. 1977.

 

 

ENLARGE THE QUESTION

 

Lifeís full passage over,

the truth remains,

in memories lost.

 

Oh empty corridors,

Which were the doors?,

Of pleasures most.

 

Answer:

 

Never the Midas manner,

was fulfilling;

and the self demeanor,

manís wasted power of distilling.