Not Life, Death Has Deeper Stake

I wake one day only for long to sleep, And suffer fate to find if life is fake, But learn li'le still: what we sow's what we reap. Death looks real all through the life to creep, And crawl along like a slithering snake, I wake one day only for more to sleep. A friend may not keen friendship keep, Death, friendship nor its date does break, O ne'er over its shoulder peep. Life a tiny blip of time is, no leap, To break bread with journeymen, friends to make, I wake one day only for long to sleep. To live, forget— not to find meaning deep, To swim or sink in life's shallow a lake, Life's to learn: sowing gives no right to reap. We live to gather light in each round trip, Not so much life, death has deeper a stake; I wake one day only for long to sleep, To try and learn: what we sow's what we reap. ____________________________________________________ Villanelle | 05.10.12 | Topic: life, death