Who Is Lucky Poem by Kassem Oude

Man is born mindless like beast
Brain blank as white virgin sheet
Unaware even he does exist
He likely parents' trust would meet

Paths in universe are myriad
Hard for brain to overwhelm
He'd wade thru desert's mud
Losing main truth till last term

Few have chance to sage guide
They take way from early straight
Most wander in mysteries bide
But wise come to knowledge gate

Earth's full of cheaters who blur sight
By tricks well played with bad intents
Or simple ones that hold lore tight
Slow minds peruse realities can't

Single truth is right along time
Change's continual in each tick
No rules suitable for any clime
Evolution's motion, life's wick.

Kassem Oude

On Thursday Mars 24,2016