It does not require ignorance to find pleasure
And the thought that there is pain and death
Need not consume the entirety of life's measure

Is the bitter reality of an unhealing world
So hard to accept as that singular truth
Or do you fancy your divine design so much

It is not a matter of mutual exclusivity
That there may at once be pain or pleasure
But tandem existence and preference for one

In preparing my dinner I find some safety
My philosophy supported herein- Enjoying apples
While still feeling the knife which cut my skin

Or in the death of my beloved great grandmother
Who without examination found more joy than grief
Her own happiness she left us in passing, as if willed

What woe and contempt we may cause if we live this way
With our eyes turned shut against good things
From those who have died so that others may live

Fight the good fight, indeed! There lays righteousness
But do not ignore any feelings of which we are made capable
Deeming that some have merit, and others aren't given to know