How do we age? with lines

and scowls, and turgid bowels.

How do we live? with sighs

and spasms, vivid orgasms.

How were we born? in exquisite pain,

eventual wonder; the result of a blunder.

How shall we die? with a bitter cry:

“Had one more thing been done, I would have won!”

So why do we laugh, why has sorrow-steeped begotten joy? because the world

by love excites; and by exciting minds ignites.