Find me the brash soul, who on the whole
Does not fear life's mysterious existence.
From birth to the last sighing breath of the grave
Gods give assurances, promising brave
Pilgrims, who searching, aspire to some goal.
What faith, hope and love give to persistence
Seems enlightenment only can save
Sanity's clarity. What then the reason
For sojourn on earth for such a short season?
Woderful piece of vers Fay did you write it in the bath love Chris top marks lady
Hi Fay. Life often seems a mystery to me but you have a way of putting things into perspective with your clever observations. Regards Dave T.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! it was those last two lines which made this fine write quite an outstanding poem, Fay. The poem itself was fine and well written but when I read those final lines, it was as if a door opened and I saw the entire poem in a different light. The whole poem took on a far deeper meaning because of those two lines. Carl.