Birth, joy and suffering, death.
Absolutely guaranteed.
And yet we seek insurance,
Spend most of our lives
Fretting, bickering,
Over who gets the most joy,
Who does the most suffering,
Who gives the most joy,
Who most causes suffering.
Fair enough. From birth to death
Is all we get, and we get
No guarantees after that,
Although we sell each other
Insured immortalities.
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