Author: M. S. Curoe PM
A poem inspired by the futility of immortality, asking why anyone would ever long for such a thing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Mystery - Words: 112 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-26-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2295628
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When you've lived forever,
what else is there to see?
Immortal seems an awfully
boring thing to be.
When the world is conquered
there's nothing left to do.
Except to handle paperwork and armies,
and the occasional bout of flu.
You have all the money,
but now what's it worth?
It has no value to anyone else
left on Earth.
Then you've killed every enemy,
Now what about your friends?
You left them there in the dust
And it seems you've set a trend.
You been there and seen it all,
now what is there to see?
Immortality is unwanted.
Or, at least it is for me.