Mitigation
As we plow the rows of life,
The twisted furrows of our strife-
We must look back a time or two
To see if they are following true.
To know the turning of the share
And shed a cleansing, woe-filled tear,
For, ever as we try to prove
The straightest line, our steps will swerve.
Yet if we contemplate too long
The cause and where we have gone wrong,
We'll miss the guide lines up ahead
And once again off course be led.
We cannot watch the ruts behind
And hope to straighten out the line.
But when each night our work is through
And we must rest as all men do,
We must gaze out across the field,
Survey the fruit our labors yield.
The knowledge of a job complete
Will see a field of golden wheat
Where now the furrows march apace,
The flaws now hidden in the haze
Of distance from the cabin door.
I love this poem! ! Everything moves and sways even if we don't want it too
A great poem full of insight and depth, so original and thought provoking! I loved this poem!
, We cannot watch the ruts behind, flaws appear althrough our lives, many thankfully are forgotten or remembered in a haze over time, Thank you for the invite to read. very much enjoyed.
Oh, the last line is awesome, I hope one day to write like this.
Dear Madam, This one is really nice poem with peaceful thoughts. I liked it very much. Thanks for your encouragement and comments on my poem. Please keep your blessings with me. May God grant you perfect health.
An excellent poem. On reading it I am reminded of the adage ' As you sow so you reap.' With every that we put forth we also have to assess the foot we planted earlier.
your last stanza is excellent My favorite. great writing you are very talented writer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great simplicity, yet great depth. You are a marvel, for any age. I really enjoy and appreciate your well penned writings. Just keep on. Much was told in those first two lines