Oh me! Oh life!
Of the questions of these recurring
Of the endless trains of the faithless
Of cities filled with the foolish
Of myself forever reproaching myself
For who more foolish than I?
And who more faithless?
Of eyes that vainly crave the light
Of the objects mean
Of the struggle ever renewed
Of the poor results of all
Of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me
Of the empty and useless years of the rest
With the rest me intertwined
The question, oh me!
So sad, recurring-
What good amid these
Oh me, oh life?
That you are here
That life exists
That the powerful play goes on
And you may contribute a verse.
"Oh Me! Oh Life!" by Walt Whitman
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