When efforts are redoubled
because you've lost your aim
you should feel very troubled,
for when you do the same
you've done before and failed
and do not change your course
it's likely you'll be nailed,
however great the force
you use again. When first
you fail you must revise
your thoughts or else the worst
will come in larger size.
Like skeletons in attics
what we discard comes back
to haunt us like fanatics
who're programmed to attack,
recycling the remains
of what should be destroyed
while tenuously light reigns,
unwasted in the void.
Sharp rhyming as ever, Gershy. I'm quite intrigued by the message behind it as well. Love, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so applicable for me...true words. solid piece. -Tailor