A Lonely Soul Searching For The Path
Apart from my people never really belonging here,
Always feeling alone in crowded rooms,
An exile wherever I am in the world,
An outsider with no sense of home.
The path I have trod is the one I must walk,
Trying to find my place in this world,
To be part of something bigger than me,
Time is short and the journey still long.
Exiled from my creed to walk alone,
Everyday feeling like an eternity,
Endeavouring to travel on the right path,
Enquiring about the true meaning of things.
Valiantly standing for what I believe in,
Vanquished in life but unrepentant in spirit,
Very tired and increasingly troubled by the journey,
Victorious in defeat and out of step with the world.
By Christopher Tye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written. Time is short and the journey is long. Very true. The path ahead is no end, but our time is limited. I enjoyed reading your poem.