History is a guide roller stone
The eastern star that stumbles on mile stones
Those mistakes still lights on the way
The best stare and tool in a corner cabinet
Praising, reducing and mopping you
It's such a swallow pool, engulfing force
Observant hole spot, rules of wild game pin pat
Oblivion the state of steel examinable coat
Errors like paper taste, great tutor and folder file
In a nice unfolded past, present lessons of torch
Play in the lounge, within you
This your likelihood, this your pool
But it's a pillar of salt, in front your knock
Behind you a saga, a radical book
Which rail you, rail you inside self centred
And retains thoughts, surrounding your fuss
Praising, reducing and mopping you
i agree with your view... but dont forget...that if something exist it exist for a purpose..and the thing for purpose is never wrong...THE LIFE CYCLE... by the way...great thoughts... thoughtfull words...nice poem... check out my poem too...comment/vote...your view....
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I would like to translate this poem
A natural writer and an aspiring poet is what you are, very are combination of traits. Keep it up Paul.