The worries upon my fevered brow
Appear in a strain, I know not how
And though through the prayer books I plough
That exhort the divine will to bow.
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Far better I feel to pursue high goal And endeavour yet with equanimity of the soul For it is better to have tried and failed To be lost in the storm than never to have sailed! Amazing poem to read. Thanks poet for sharing it.
It is true that a man without ambition Will seek praise, fame and valediction And got* that extra mile to win *go
If exalted dreams leave me care worn Unable to fill my days with delight Forever fearful that my powers would be shorn Enveloped in the gloom of an endless night. You are junior Robert Frost, so far as writing a philosophical poem is concerned. Thanks dear poet for sharing such an amazing poem. 10+++ for it. Regards, Subhas