I Was Given Poem by Göran Gustafsson
I Was Given
I was given this book a long time ago
Reading it now has become rather slow
Behind every beautiful word of gold
I can sense some kind of cold
The story I’m reading is soon out of age
Not last word yet, I’m turnin' the page.
I was given this room and evicted ‘gainst my will
Looks nice and warm but it gives me less thrill
Every tube in the pluming is rusty and weak
Soon I expect there will be some leak
The windows are dirty and dim for the sight
Not all dark yet, they still give some light.
I was given this road to walk and to travel
Sometimes it’s even but often with gravel
Facing the crossroads questions arise
Without any answers I just throw the dice
'Neath the lily of the valley I rest my head
Not road's end yet, but it's lying ahead
Copyright © 2008 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
This poem is inspired by and a reconceptualization of Bob Dylans song 'Not Dark Yet'.
Excellent, Goran: it's crying out to be set to music, & it's the sort of thing which lasts a long time in the mind. Thank you.
Very warm and comforting to read. The message is deep and the flow of the poem is excellent. A great write.
I enjoyed this, and thought you ought to know...: -)
I was given this road to walk and to travel Sometimes it’s even but often with gravel Rachel Ann Butler
This poem is so lovely that one can hardly get it out of the mind. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Life is a struggle for all of us but we learn to count our blessings.That is the gold of life.Disappointments can leave us cold but the future is always brighter.When we learn to be grateful then we learn contentment.Another ten.