Don't we all wonder, remotely
- in ways we cannot even fully understand -
'What's this all about? '
Age has invaded our mind
and hearts.
Onward we march.
Life has invaded our spirits
and souls.
As onward we march.
The future flows right on past
behind us.
And yet onward we march.
Living is a passing glance
a long goodbye.
Onward we march.
Where we are bound
no eye has seen
no tongue can tell
no mind does fathom.
Still onward we march.
On the trail of time lost
we take the exit to eternity.
Ever onward we march.
Do we wonder
what a wonder it is
that we're marching into?
We should.
We shall.
We are.
Through it all, onward we march.
Onward...
As I read this again I love the way it flows and the repetition of the phrase onward we march. You skillfully list the hardships life inevitably bring us, yet after each example of hardships or about the mysterious nature of life you remind us onward we march into the future. I guess this poem reveals that whatever existential questions you have or hardships we are facing, time continues and is the one constant, besides our eventual exit from this terrestrial realm. Yet why must we all face these hardships; aging, worry? What does it all mean? We may never know but this poem gets you thinking more deeply on it.
And onward. Let it not influence you, for such is the way of all life. Everything terrestrial will one day step into the unknown.
onward we march with hope, there is always surprise and flop, onward we march..Smoky Hoss...Thank you for sharing such a nice poem
Great poem! Masterfully written. This focuses on a question, as a secular individual, I rarely put much thought into. Mainly because there is no way, as a man of science, that I can or ever will be able to answer this question. The Abrahamic religions answers don't satisfy me, but I have experienced the healing power of Eastern medicine, and have had my own spiritual, if you may, experiences through love and romance (is that just dopamine) , hiking up a steep trail to capture a photograph of a sunset gilding a valley (or is that just endorphines and serotonin) . This poem is simply a question, but still is elegantly written and I'm afraid I'll never really have an answer.
Great poem, Smoky. Five stars. Have commented on it before and probably will again.
Mr. Smoky Hoss, you have an abundance of pure literary talent. This poem stands up beside any classic poem- stands up tall and proud because it belongs in the company of giants. The best of marks and into my fav list! Thank you for sharing this stunning poem with us.
Onward, ever onward, there's no going back. Speed doesn't really matter; just be on the right track.
Excellent poem...and so true to it's word....a wonder many of us feel deep inside as we go through this thing called life. Each journey is it's own work of art....and each one shares a part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no reverse gear in life. Congrats on poem of the day, Smoky. About time they gave the honor to an active member and a good poem