Wednesday, January 27, 2016
One alley is a corridor of beauty to onlookers
And travellers of joyous occasions, the onlooking
Crowd have a torrential spirit of pain and bliss,
According to laws of the alley and corridor.
This son of my old days, and these daughters of
Beaming beauty are like my star in the heavens.
As I pass away my world is reduced to a history
Enjoyed by my progeny as they mutter their praise.
One path is actual, one resented being is absent,
And the open slaughter has receded to dimness;
My only goal is to be an upright soul in some quake,
Together the earth and heavens join so as to enjoy.
Topic(s) of this poem: path,heaven