it's just an age thing - should you be concerned?
I'll spell it out; it may just clear my mind:
that, in impatient youth, ambition burned
to have the answers to all things defined -
but not, I haste to add, from teacher's notes,
but from experiences uniquely mine:
a random, fun-filled quest to find the goal
which, when defined, would ease the ceaseless strife;
yet now, the mind's so sceptical, and all
that passed for thought, just mental indigestion;
the quest, forgotten, changed, or redefined;
what passed for answers, are now up for question:
it's braver fun, with answers thrown away
to seek the greater questions in this play.
2003
Are you kidding? Your poem on death is a joy! How's that for human?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're both wonderful.......and we all know it! :) This is great Michael. Sincerely, Mary