A beautiful day in spring
And the carters get on their way
To chop and fetch and carry wood
As is their job
But one carter, Chief in his own mind
Is bound by chains of time,
As is befitting he must keep his cart
in line with the fashion of the day
Naturally then all must follow his line of thought
And mock those who follow tradition
As is their nature
But fashion's wheels as with the carts
Are always moving
So the Carter's cart heavy with each new fashion,
becomes a lurid mess
And yet he claims individuality?
Isn't individuality just conformity by another name?
What this Carter fails to see
Is that regardless of the method of conveyance
The end result remains the same.
A poems still a poem be it modern or archaic.
(Dedicated to a certain Jefferson Carter)
I enjoyed it. I really liked the line about indviduality. I think that's a great observation.
This is very well metred and lined, also the flow reads smoothly. the subject chosen is attention grabbing too.....well done Alex.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is philosophy. I love philosophy. I like your style. You had rhyme. It read well. Though it had only a small rhythm to it. The content was excellant. Meaning very clear. I give it an 8 and a recommendation. Nice.