70
I met myself
walking in the opposite direction
It was a meeting between
nothing and nothingness.
Be not persuaders
of good.
Be performers
of good.
The fool has his
place,
But it is not upon a
throne
71
The weakling says:
"I am a gardener."
He should rather say:
"I am the soil in the garden."
Criticisms are like
weeds,
To the wayfarer,
They lie in wait
ready to kill
If dreamers live
in the hope of things
to be done
Practical men live in the light
of things done.
72
We met so briefly
And then only to be parted
When our minds moved away
From it all.
THE END
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Meditations
PoetryOriginally a long page of free verses written by my father, I broke this down into chapters of three verses each and posted them up here. These were posted on FictionPress first.
