Veiled in mystery
Men cannot foresee
what will come to be.
But still we try
We are not meant to see
what must come to be
inevitably
But still we try
To see through the veil
athough bound to fail
We can not prevail
but still we try.
Curiosity,
we can’t satisfy.
Is the reason why
men have to try.
Bound by fates decree.
We go on blindly
until at last we see
and then we die.
9-Feb-09
Ifor ap richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one stuck a cord Ivor. Regards Ann