Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 27,137 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

What Hope For Man When His Time Is Spend - Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Sally-Ann Murray)

What hope for man when his time is spend,
when life nears its end?
Life has rushed by
and now the journey is almost done,

but the big waves still rush,
as the race of life is still on
and although not yet near to despair,
but in disrepair but not beyond loving care,

shattered the boat rides the streaming sea
heaving up and down, still sailing right into the storm
with the tiller man peering
at a cloud filled sky, praying that his course is true

with no time to contemplate,
but only to react to face the sea,
to try and weather the storm
until the storm breaks and spent he reaches endless tranquillity.

[Reference: pearless: A Sonnet Penned by One of His Spurned Sisters by Sally-Ann Murray.]

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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