Golden Shovel
What is next to be?
My best friend’s dream is not
likely to embrace fruition without the
spur’s first
kick or vigorous prodding by
his future self whom
no one is familiar with or the
old self poised alone to welcome the new
self. Being is
not doing, unless trying has been tried.
Neither will errors be committed nor
will hope prevail. The memory of failed love yet
must be removed like the
roots of a fallen tree. At last
the belabored assessment is to
extract and lay
each section untangled in the
sun and when the lessons become old
he will become free to move and not step aside.
Be not the first by whom the new is tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Alexander Pope – An Essay on Criticism
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
