The fertility game

While girls are born with ovaries replete
And only must each moon let one release
In contrast men are fast and incomplete;
So many sperm are fighting for their feast.

The overspill of nature ,profligate,
condemns vast numbers daily to their death.
And of the one success, men may debate
Of whom is father to the new born breath.

Why this abundance and this frequent loss?
How nature provides much in rich excess;
Is even pre-conception a mere toss?
Shall chance favour the slower much the less?

While men pour out their wealth and are filled up,
Women wait with patience for one drop

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history.I love literature and music.I love Leonard Cohen
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