REALITY
Though harsh reality we suffer to the end.
Facing up to adversity we yield and bend.
Pleasure, love, care, we love to play!
All physical existence slowly fades away.
All these poems are just slick words.
Much deep thought will not be heard.
Their sole domain is in the mind!
True mental reality is rare to find.
What we see and hear gratifies itself.
And lingers on memories unorganized shelf.
All will dwindle, decay, melt and bend!
Only the quintessence will matter in the end.