A Search For Shangri-La

Alas, we live in an imperfect world. We long for somewhere free from strife and pain-- Some Shangri-La or Eden whence, like Cain When driven forth in anger, we were hurled. And now our search is endless for some land, Some perfect place where problems never loom (Prosperity and bliss from womb to tomb)-- To leave this world from which perfection’s banned, And seek Utopia (which means No Place): Some land of joy, untouched by sorrow’s stain, Recapturing our innocence… In vain, For Eden hasn’t left the slightest trace. Perhaps at last we’ll come to comprehend: No matter where we seek it, near or far, Right here on Earth or on the furthest star, Our search for Shangri-La will never end. October 2, 2019 Title #4: "A Search for Shangri-La" Enclosed Rhyme Contest Edward Ibeh, Sponsor