Category : Poems

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A monk and his gong 
Quietly sat 
Outside of his temple 
Watching the slow
Orange sunset 


Across the world on Wall Street 
An atheist made a list 
Of all the things that 
He would do 
Before he is dead 


The monk saw the clockwork of stars revolve in the night 
And reached for this masterpiece 
With his mind’s eye 


The atheist briefly gazed East
At a timid sunrise 
Through the pane of his window 
In a tall grey sky-rise 


The old monk found his peace 
In starlight divine 
The atheist had a heart attack 
And simply died