But to be so complex
To take being so quickly
In but a drastic instant
And yet to spare suffering
In the struggles of absurdity
The woes of a life's living
Perhaps the shared knowledge
Keeps compassion very near
Though its degrees may vary
Joy can be shared with others
But to grieve, is to be alone
In a world of bustling souls
Engaged in daily trivial toils
That absorb the waters of life
In small unnoted silent sips
That too the scales of humour
And foster a comedy of fools
Roles played well, played long
Simpletons combined, complex