G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

A Simple Metaphor


Naked I came, naked I'll leave,
Naked was I, when first conceived,
Naked I thought, naked I learned,
Naked was I, when first I yearned,
Naked I searched, naked I found,
Naked was I, on common ground,
Naked I loved, naked I'd hate,
Naked was I, when I couldn't relate,
Naked I stand, naked I'll fall,
Naked am I, once and for all.

Submitted: Thursday, May 03, 2012

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Alone, we live our lives as we travel an uncertain path, slowly along the way.

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  • Dave Walker (5/3/2012 10:56:00 AM)

    A great poem, like you say we was born naked,
    And on the path we follow through out our life
    we are sometimes made to feel naked along the way.
    A great write. (Report) Reply

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