One full century ago,
There lived a man in Bordeaux;
Living a life which had only snow,
What to do- he did not know.
Although it was unknowingly done,
But he knew he had wronged someone;
It seemed, nothing he did under this sun,
Could ever redeem him, but his silver gun.
Thus he set out, with his agony and despair,
The road was long, he could readily stare;
Nonetheless, he walked without a tiny care,
That day he didn't mind reaching anywhere.
As he carried on his back a heavy trunk,
Nothing mattered, except the pain in which he was drunk;
Lucky he was, to find a venerable monk,
He asked the enlightened, if somehow the pain could be debunked.
The wise man replied,
Don't try to get your heart in control,
No, that was never meant to be your role;
Push yourself towards the ultimate goal,
And then, you shall surely redeem your soul!
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Poetry{WP_Poetry featured✔} #6 - 25.06.2018 in #Poem Poems that will try to make a difference, poems that will try to inspire. And hopefully, poems that will try to awaken your sleeping spirit. Book cover made by @LadyMeringue
