Lows and highs
a blessing in disguise?
certainly we have a propensity
to rue the life we lead
and hanker after another's lot
how many are brave enough
to open up Pandora's box
and look at their life
without a critical rebuff
that simply keeps the dirt and fluff
under cosy carpet tufts.
Without the lows we can career
on the high points of a wave
of satisfied sailing days
wearing pompous crest
of all the things that I did best
without an eye for the storm
that lurks on horizons spurned.
And the lows that
like the weather bring their woes
unwanted but not unnatural
in their power to upturn
or throw of course this life
but perhaps we learn
humility and in turn
compassion for suffering
at the hands of higher powers
that shape our days and hours.
All that comes and goes
as though a magic show
of opposites as through life I go
forgetful of what I truly know
what is important
glimmering gold?
or just the shining
and what it told?
lessons in living borne out of lived experience...feels good to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, you poetry continue to grow in stature. This one has a pleasing shape and an awesome message about life and acceptance of the black and the white of it. The shining... Yes, I think that about sums it all up. Lovely poem. Allie xxxx