Will Poem by Barry Middleton
Will
free will is a great pretense
a grand deceit
as if our petty choices
turning left instead of right
choosing chicken instead of beef
marrying for money or for love
add up to some golden award
some trophy of wisdom
and grace
in fact we fall through life
like a boulder from a mountain
barging and banging our way
veering this way and that
by gravity and chance
our every plan may find defeat
and every dream retreats
like desert sand
blown by the wind
Great piece I loved the metaphor 'like a boulder from a mountain barging and banging our way' we are just part of chaos theory well penned sir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Goes straight to my favorite's list. Deep insight and vision you have. Very impressive work. A question we all ponder...do we have a choice or are we the puppets of fate. Very philosophical write. A super 10.
I think we have choices but we overvalue our wisdom and our choices often take us on failed journeys. In some ways luck is more important than choice.