{Epictetus, freed slave

Turned stoic thinker



Expelled from Rome

for seeking virtue and wisdom



In Nature, the city of gods

He found his destiny

In simplicity and dignity}     



What do I care about you, when all must die

What  does your face mean to me, When

All my eyes can seize, must die



What is your warmth to me, it will not last

What about your hair, can it do

What the atoms will, last



What is music, a drug forever falling

What do you care about words, as you do

What the bombs keep doing, fall



What do I  think of you, Amor, when all must die

What are your smiling winds to me 

All their beauty and grace must die