Untrammeled Poem by Smoky Hoss
Untrammeled
Human dreams,
like the stars
in a dark sky,
hang there burning...
beyond reach.
Perhaps, already long gone.
We are want to ask of life,
Why?
But life does not answer.
Perhaps, it has no ears;
or no voice.
Perhaps, we are the
voice.
Perhaps, we
are not listening.
Tis the one true condition;
to be human is to understand,
not everything is obtainable...
Alone.
This may just be the only thing
that surprises God.
To be human,
is to fail... often.
Which ofcourse means,
that we keep trying.
One wonders...
Why?
Ah- sweet mystery of life, I've never solved it.Guess what we don't know will never hurt. A deep probe What else can we do? A very thought provoking write. It made me realize that we aren't ever alone.- we have each others
Perhaps our purpose in life is to reach perfection through a great learning process, through which we make many mistakes, but learn through those mistakes. Good one! smoky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 7:42:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem, to live a better life we sometimes need to fail, we can then learn by our mistakes.