I searched for the silver
I searched for the gold
I searched for a victory
beyond my control
I searched for true love
elusive as hope
I searched for the courage
to walk the tightrope
I didn't find treasure
I found no true love
now my life slips away
like a pale frightened dove
the blessings I found
I won't bother to name
you know who you are
you know life is a game
so when the time comes
just do me one favor
don't give it much thought
there's no need to waiver
just bury my ash
in an old wooden box
set adrift in the tide
on the spring equinox
Sweetly rhymed but certainly dealing with the complexities of life the end of which is not going to be rosy. Thanks for sharing a thought provoking poem, Barry. just bury my ash / in an old wooden box set adrift in the tide / on the spring equinox
Thank you for reading and commenting. Complex and hard but also there were blessing, people I don't bother to name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last stanza so beautiful to think of and be delighted to have it read and heard.
Thanks Dimitrios. I agree, the last verse is the best.