No pilgrimage on a hired mule,
Nor yet so much a learning school,
Regulation nor is there rule,
It’s no use walking a way-trodden track,
Go discover— one step forward and back,
If enough love in life you pack,
Know this: life’s a creative tool.
Go add to beauty if that be life,
Banish as much you can its strife.
Add to its music some more melody,
More of poesy to its poetry,
And if you can, perchance,
Add a little more dance,
Life is creative tool, no chance.
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This piece (which can be a sort of sonnet) tells us what life
is not what it is, and what one should do.
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- Musings | 08.07.14 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem