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29-10-2014, 04:27 AM
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A poem about efforts for no reason, in a life feeling stuck
Sit here do I delight by the candles' light
At times I knew what I should do
To achieve my desired aim
Always a diligent one, student in every respect
Ne'er a drop was wasted in frivolous interplay
Tried so hard I may so that I may be great in every way
Little would I know or accept that this was my great downfall
To slay that inside me, with exhaustion so great
The wary efforts yield, a crop far surpassing its toils
Decry the efforts far with so little to return
A fool may be conceived, or an honest man born
Penniless I sit for all my efforts in vain
Except the residue of spent tinder smoke and flame
No man has known a paradox such as I, the frustrations mount
With each passing time the days do I count
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29-10-2014, 08:57 AM
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It is deeply emotive and it captures a very real sense of a journey through the title you gave it..
For every seed and flower born
nothing is wasted, it awaits the dawn
The seasons, they come, so they shall be
As passing moments for us to see
That our life may feel, wasted and in vain
Yet the toil and the gifts will always remain
In the passing of time, efforts and toll
Renewal forthcoming, spring's guest in her fold..
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29-10-2014, 04:59 PM
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Love lacks precision
Entered into wrong spot
Last edited by KevinO : 29-10-2014 at 05:02 PM.
Reason: Wrong place
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