Open Poetry #50 |
The Traveler's Philosophy |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Tis sad indeed when time doth trudge- As though its feet were lead… And friends and foes alike, I fear- All lie among the dead. Adventure, aye, the glory road- Are fancies fit for youth, And oldsters, such as I do be- Long since embraced the truth. And what, pray tell, is truth? Ye ask- To that I’d feign reply- Accept the fate life hath bequeathed- And do not mope and cry. Upon your own two feet do stand- Depend not on another… Let friends be few and far between, Make solitude your brother. If romance be your cup of tea- Best recognize to start- The price be high you’ll have to pay- Your will, your life, your heart. Your future will a hostage be- To feelings bare and raw: And pain and pleasure battle for, The very breath you draw. A single path I’d say is best- A solo course I’d sail- But what know I? the choice is yours- So goes the Traveler’s Tale. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
"Let friends be few and far between, Make solitude your brother." I never thought of one embracing solitude as an actual choice. It seemed to me that solitude chooses who it will, and it's rather pointless to fight it. You can place yourself in the most crowded of rooms, and never spend a moment without someone else there, yet truly feel completely alone. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
John...Your words echo loud and true. Michael's reply hits the nail on the head Wasn't there a poet that went crazy and died in his own solitude? Thanks for sharing...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Thanks, guys. And yes there was a poet who went crazy, I just haven't died yet. LOL |
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