My first miserable attempt at poetry. Childish and contrived.
Context: In my pre-final year of undergraduate studies, trying to understand my career choices.
The fair wind blew
My journey I started anew
With new horizons to pursue
My worth for me to prove
The hills stood relentless and tall
Tears I shed plenty and decieved me a lot
At long last I got to the top
But where and why I really climbed I knew not.
The candyman there flashed a mocking smile
At all the lies, convincing in style
Ignoring him I continued to dine
Distracting din of forks, soup, cutlery and lingering sweet wine
A cold guilt in my heart sank
I looked the other way, at the job in my hand
The guilt but vanished only to come back
This time more forceful, freezing, dank.
In dark dawns and damp dews
long hours I spent knowing not what to do
The candyman gave a mocking smile? Not true!
He gently said, "ask the child in you"
I saw what needed to do
What makes one happy and true?
The fair wind blew
My journey I started anew
1 comment:
I remember reading this in the past...
simple but Great. :)
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