Human Spirit
Is restless until it finds rest
in something little known
hopeless when it picks
and prides in recycled facts
man at birth is crude creature-
encyclopedia of ignorance
with efforts and experience
becomes new creature-
encyclopedia of knowledge
Human spirit is hungry
till it drinks fresh water
and eats fresh food picked
served on the dish of struggle
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.
