On the outside looking in
Or the inside looking out
Not even on the learning fringe
Of what life is all about
Some pre-suppose a purpose
And are certain there's a meaning
It gives them false security
When they really have no gleaming
Not accepting the unknown
They go ecclesiastical
Turning to the prelates
Who preach beliefs fantastical
They're not seeking reality
But for ways to ease their fears
They'll be forever on the fringe
Throughout their living years
assurance of savior from your fellow men ...yes not real..they have good use of your donations though
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written, wonderful clear one.