How Life Works

How life works, I wish I know,
before I am too frail and slow,
before I forget how eyes could cry,
in the seasons when rivers flow.

How life works, I no longer know,
how a word into stories grow,
though have voyages me well scarred,
her secrets are buried inside the snow.

Where is the youth I cannot recall?
Why is wisdom more distant still?
For what quests did my spirits drudge?
For what on earth do I plough?

What love is I wish I know,
thus so knowledge may knowingly go,
above my fifth the ravens sing,
marking my unresolvable woe.

Published in: on 04/03/2019 at 1:34 AM  Comments (1)  

The URI to TrackBack this entry is:

RSS feed for comments on this post.

One CommentLeave a comment

  1. Nice poem.

To thyself be true my friend

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: