Life, an adventure unknown

I Ah what thrill’s life if guts we’ve to get lost! To lose way once in a while is no sour sauce— But way to live. Lose way haply pay cost, A stone that goes about gathers good moss. Let challenges dare to confront man’s life, Life gets lived well in its serpentine length, If it walks on edge of what we call strife— A way to reach height, due depth, all the strength. Two ways define passage of life to track: Easy winds an oft trodden path to walk, But he that creates one, confronts roadblock, Enjoys thrills of the testing times to crack. Life’s not to carry keys for the locked doors, But to find it when faced with locks on course. II So, look for keys when needed, not before, Nor resolve a problem ere facing it, Nor care to know what future has in store, Cook your own dish, enjoy it as ye eat. In climbing an often-scaled mountain crest, One can add to odd statistics, not joy, Adventure there’s, nor thrill of a contest, One grows an old boy, life gathers no buoy. What use utilitarian attitude? Where romance is, nor sense of adventure, Write poems good or not, mind your own mood, Let wild new winds through wide windows venture, Look at life as a challenge to surmount, Get lost for thrill, try on rainbows to mount. ____________________________________________ Crown of sonnets |02.01.2024|life, adventure Poet’s note: The New Year is in its first week. The daily newspapers are full of how it might unfold. I hardly find anyone talking on how to tackle it and be ready how so it might unfold. Life is to try out a new, least-trodden path. It is lived well when one can throw away the roadmap and venture on still. As Lao Tse said: Walk on where there’s trail, nor track, nor a towpath. This two-piece crown of sonnets wonders what’s life without any thrill of adventure of the unknown.