Infinite Jest

Prince Hamlet held aloft poor Yorick’s head,
considered how each life must surely end.
He knew of course the jester was long dead
yet standing in the grave of his old friend
he met a truth that no-one wants to face
and redefined himself by what he found:
that ev’ry runner in this human race
may love and laugh but ends up in the ground.

And though I am a man of finite jest,
I know I must live life on Hamlet’s terms:
laugh when you can and try not to get stressed
that one day soon we’ll all be food for worms.
Life gives us love and song but every breath
is one more breeze that blows us towards death.