Walking Down the Broken PathA Poem by SoleraA poem about valuing the world, and not getting lost in timelinessWalking down the broken path Amidst the colored trees. I watch as others pass me by Not with cares at ease. Walking down the broken path While far too deep in haste I favor meeting journey’s end My time is not to waste. Time I spend with little cares Relaxing safe and warm Time I value only when I sit at home alone Walking toward the end I seek With just my path, alone I do not stop to look around Complacent how I drone The world is but a blur to me The path I simply trace It’s sad how much I do not see My eyes locked on my place. The place I meet My journey’s end Where I can rest And spirits mend. Too much haste Just walking there The broken path Too many cares. Why is it true That I must go, I mustn’t stop, I mustn’t slow, The time Is short But yet I miss That Time Means naught When we have haste Time is passed Just seen as waste
Time knows not the ones that view The world outside their path Time sees us with place to be Not seeing what we hath The time too short for us to be Another place is what we see Our vision set upon our place Our journey lost amongst our haste Time is precious, time is short We must not hurry, flying forth Yet time so light, it blows away And so we fail to seize the day We miss our place upon this earth Not living now but then Our place in on the broken path With life beginning hence The broken path is end enough An end I only see When I just stop and look around Time unknown to me
Stop some time along the road. Marvel in the beauty there. Look around at your abode. See your journey plain and fair.
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2 Reviews Added on October 16, 2009 Last Updated on October 16, 2009 AuthorSoleraDenver, COAboutI love to write. I love to create. I love to make art in whichever form suits my mood. I love to view the art of others, reading, movies, anime, etc. I believe in individuality. I believe in humani.. more..Writing
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