Of poets, kings and laymen alike
drunk and sober
I'm quite certain in pondering
our own respective mortalities
we all wonder and question
what it is we are gathering
with this borrowed time
and what it will all mean
when we are no more
All this, whilst the windmills
of our minds, still churn
and steamboats still sail
Of this, I am certain
- Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 26th, 2023 08:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Les Crane - Desiderata.
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Comments4
Pondering is a free luxury until it is not β¦Very thoughtful words! These days it is scarier to think deeplyβ¦
Indeed it is hey... Much thanks and gratitude. ππΌ
I share those uncertainties but commend your ponderings wholeheartedly .. Neville
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Absolutely stunning. β€οΈ
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