Classic Poem

We gasp, we breathe, and we are torn
From nothingness, and we are born
More helpless than a helpless lamb. —
Life is a sham.

We live as giddy, brainless boys,
We only care for fun and noise,
For sugar, candy and for jam, —
Life is a sham.

We go to school, and we are taught
What teachers by themselves know naught,
Virgil and Euclid we must cram, —
Life is a sham.

Love comes when we escape the teens!
And casts warm rays on stupid scenes;
At last we cry, " I love, I am , " —
It is a sham.

And so we live, yes, you and I,
Only to suffer and to die,
Finding that naught is worth a damn, —
And life's a sham.

When sickness comes and mortal pain,
We strive to find our faith again.
Alas! death has no epigram —
It is a sham.