For they die too soon
Or die too easy
Unlike multi cellular beings
Who break and mend
Learn and thrive
Why so? one may ask
The thought has merit
The thought means thinking
Unlike predictions of grandeur
Or God's will postulates
For there is a quest to know
Single cells live and die
Before hurt and joy can teach them much
Much alike a mind in in longing
Where anything of pain is magnified
Killing it with meagre reasons.
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