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Chosen Course

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The crowd went one way

I did not follow them -

Advice, littered on scraps of paper,

Blew past me on the wind;

The world turned on it's steady axis

As builders built and songstresses sang

Whilst summers glowed and faded

And men made wrong judgements;

Wood and stone were carved

Into beautiful things,

Cupboard doors shut with a thud

On objects unloved and neglected;

And still I thought -

Thought and thought and thought,

Without prayer or movement

Without band or union;

For not being one of the crowd

Forbade me to join in

And life, like a gentle stream

Trickled slowly away;

No life is perfectly lived

But can be perfectly wasted

The gravy boats poured

Candles burned and pebbles skimmed;

In Caernarvon we stood in the sun

And spent the last few days

Not knowing, not understanding

Just being, just travelling as one;

Let me back in!

Let me have this life again

To read the books I should have read

To be a child and to be a man;

To sing until midnight

To roar on the tired horse

To love more fondly and intensely

To take at last my chosen course.
Beautifully crafted poem. Meaningful message. To my Poem List.
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