One wants a teller in a time like this
One's not a man, one's not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.
One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.
One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now:
Put on your rubbers and you won't catch a cold
Here's hell, there's heaven. Go to Sunday School
Be patient, time brings all good things-(and cool
Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?)
Behold,
Love's true, and triumphs; and God's actual.
Wonderful message you've penned for the reader. We were not promised, pardon the cliché, a rose garden. Congratulations on POD. : -)
Love's true, and triumphs; and God's actual.. Marvellous poem
Way back home! ! ! Musing along with your mind. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Love reading the poem of this great NorthAmerican Poetess, she writes excellent poetry best to mankind 5 Stars full
A wonderful and well crafted poem with a great message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The difficulties faced by modern man in day to day's fast life with so many things to remember and to perform, wonderfully versified.