The Enigma. Poem by Sandra Feldman

The Enigma.

Rating: 5.0


What is Man?
A strange Enigma,
Since he's born,
We know not why,
Things do go wrong,
Is it the Brain?
Is it the Heart?
That seems to tear us All apart,
Enigmas, strange, that never find,
Answers in Times, long left behind.

What do we want, where do we go?
To find what no one seems to know,
Enigma, Man, Great mystery,
Why are we here, when naught we see,
We do not change, the same old song,
Doing to others what is Wrong,
And as we search within our mind,
The more we know, less Truth we find.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eugene Levich 30 April 2014

Lovely! Profound! Unanswerable!

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