Seaside Traveller Poem by Lawrence Hiung

Seaside Traveller



Journeying along the seashore
Climbing to the summit of a tall cliff
Looking over the sea.
Saw in the distance
What I thought was a large ship.

I waited and waited
So long
In hope of seeing it
Enter the harbour,
But as the object on
Which I looked was
Driven nearer to shore
By the wind and waves.

I found that it could at
The most be a small boat
And, not a ship.

When it reached the beach
I discovered that it was only
A large faggot of sticks.

I thought to myself
I've waited for no purpose,
For after all
There is nothing to see
But
A load of wood.

Our mere anticipation
of Life
Outrun
its realities.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lawrence H 22 March 2012

This poem was about human mere anticipation of life sometimes outrun our realities of life. So next time, you don't set too high expectation in life which may resulted in low morale or motivation or discouragement. Sometimes, it is good to be contentment in things we have rather than things we don't have or wish to have.

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