CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“Night and Day”


Here are two sayings I have heard,
And then my philosophy,
Which may be true or false. Who knows?
But they make sense to me.

To lose ones wealth is sad indeed,
To lose ones health is more,
To lose ones soul is such a loss
That no one can restore.

But who proved there’s a soul to loose,
Because maybe there is not?
So when we choose to act in sin,
A loss may just be thought.
And how could one just loose a soul?
And where would this thing go?
I guess that’s where their faith comes in,
But still, I just don’t know?

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power.
To tell just where their hands will stop,
At late or early hour.

Now that’s true, you see, I know,
Because there is suicide,
And anyone can kill themselves—
And the time they, too, decide!
At night or day, they hang or bleed
Or sleep long from their pills.
And those will stop their clock real fast,
And all at their own will.

So now you see philosophy
In my sick, twisted way.
There’s an argument to everything,
Just like there’s night and day.


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-Chris J. Melanson 2002