I find more and more
That I need
Less and less
Of the things
I was told so long ago
That we're necessary
For living a life
Well -
More and more
Leads to a sickness
Without end,
And less to a whole
Wellness...
With one major exception,
Love.
With more and more love
We not only become well,
We become eternal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey, smoky! i wondered what you've been up to poetically speaking and was attracted to the title of this poem. —i've spent most of the last week close to home dealing with a doozy of a cold. i'm on the mend i think, but still have the annoying scratchy throat and cough, and i have yet to see if my energy's near normal... i agree with what you assert here 100%. hoping this finds you well in all ways, glen
Thanks Glenn; I sincerely appreciate it! Life’s been a test and a struggle of late. One day at a time, trusting.... peace my friend...