Womb or the Tomb

How is it that I am here?
Why was I never born a cavalier?
Nature must have conspired with God
to spoil the children and spare the rod.

Forget about being even, everyone is odd.
For tomb and womb are both heads without a nod.
Watch carefully and see whispers with an ear,
There are things that the heart must not hear.

The earth is a sieve,
It is not her duty to take life or give.
The earth is a candle that yearns
to light others, while others it burns.

LARDO