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AN UNSEEN CENSOR

As I file through the shadows of life I am spoken to by an unseen censor. The words with
which I am confronted tear away at my soul, until at the end of an awesome day I slump
into a state of shock. The words which seem to corrupt my soul and tincture my mind are
as quoted to be "Every man has his day, and yours is at hand." As if to replenish my once
stable being I cry, "Why must it be I for I have done no evil?"

The voice is heard again, more harshly than before, "Every man has his day, and yours is
at hand." Why do doubt and fear torture me? If at the end of this day my physical life
should end, I will have lived my life with myself in mind. Fear and doubt are the products
of human greed.

Marc Looper '72

NOT A TIME TO CRY

Why should we start and fear to die?
It comes for the boastful and coy.
Death is a gate of endless joy,
And not a time to cry.

Why should we start and fear to die?
How mildy beams the closing eyes.
Slowly the sound of all sounds dies,
And not a time to cry.

Why should we start and fear to die?
When death feels soft as downy pillows.
Bound for a land of everlasting meadows,
And not a time to cry.

Karen Moore '72

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