A man went on a voyage,
With very little coinage.
His purse a hole,
His money stole.
As walked toward the moon,
He knew he’d be there, oh so soon.
Where peace be sold.
Where peace be bought.
To young and old,
And all have trot
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Clever and well worded with a great meter. Loved it
Lol. Thank you. Appreciate your enthusiasm and comment as always.
You are most welcome
Well said. Your poem encompasses themes of pilgrimage, longing for peace, the struggles of life, and the idea that true wealth is not monetary but rather found in spiritual fulfillment and communal harmony.
Your interpretation is perfect as always. Thanks again. Also for fav. 😀
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