Desert of Life

We struggle through
The desert of life,
Busy bees working the hive,
We march from dust to dust
Through labor, joy,
Agony and lust,
As all good bees
For generations must,
And then we die,
Never know when or why,
Without any recompense,
Our lives - a meaningless trip
Which makes no sense...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz