Task Of Life Poem by Adrian Flett
Task Of Life
Believe, just like Sisyphus,
the need to keep heaving the stone
laying all emphasis
on rolling it ever upwards, alone.
An ever present rope about the neck
on waking and at noon
we resume the task and yet
never get relief or rest too soon.
Sleep does bring some relief
from labour at the ultimate task
where echoes call, restore belief
to get final respite from the task, at last.
Sleep does bring some relief from labour at the ultimate task where echoes call, restore belief to get final respite from the task, at last.......so true. Touching expression. Beautiful poem shared.
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5/10/2024 8:26:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, we are destined to roll the stone uphill all our life without any rest like Sisyphus! Bored of this repetition.....! When will we have a respite? Faith assures that in the other world, we will be relieved of all monotony! Great write!