The Search Poem by Aidan Clevinger

We are working, all, to bear the load,
To find cures that make bitter things sweeten.
We search for the lost and dusty road,
That runs through the Garden of Eden.

There is in the heart of every man
The urge to find Something in earth and sky.
To forsake the quest our natures ban,
We must search 'till we find or die.

So we go through life while hoping
To find meaning in valleys oblique.
But seldom find we on steep hills sloping
The treasure that all men seek.

What is it we search for? Most know it not,
They toil and labor in vain.
But the thing to be gotten must be got,
Lest by its absence all men go insane.

In the middle of the night we awaken
To go searching and have the victory won.
We must find waht from us has been taken,
The treasure lost by Adam's sons.