Breaking The Mould Poem by Malcolm Wakeman
Breaking The Mould
There was a time I never knew
Before existance dawned
When all my hopes were spawned
An anvil where my steel was forged
A crucible where melted down
My fledgling spirit flowed
And time has made and remade
My lifes changing mould
In life and love there is no absolute
Only trust and hope
And every fear and every dream
Moves up and down the slope
As does the mountain climber
Who must always improvise
Seeking hand and foothold constantly
To gain the summits prize
But my life is more prosaic
Ordinary plain
Unless of course I choose to take
And break the mould again
Dear Malcolm, this is an inspiring poem with the realization of ups and downs in the life. Nice work. If you wish, you can read my poems for your comments. Thanks
journey of life with the ups and downs and the common wish to restart again...........put nicely in the poem
each and every stanza of this poem is mind blowing. e.g. In life and love there is no absolute Only trust and hope And every fear and every dream Moves up and down the slope i find 100% accuracy. a nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I like the rhythm of this poem. Why not retain the mould, unbroken and share more of your work?