Simple Life
A simple life is good enough:
There is much peaceful beauty
In modesty, once man can laugh
At trouble born of duty.
Full long ago a pilgrim was
Condemned to endless sailing,
But then he learnt the end and cause
Of all his bitter wailing.
He turned to search for rest and grace
Far off from his old heading,
And found his peace in a calm place
Whence endless waves were spreading.
He thought of sharing with all men
The story of his travel,
But found that what befits the pen
Can shatter and unravel
The riddles he had chanced to solve
Throughout his quest and yearning,
And that mere words could not dissolve
Thick layers deep with learning.
He stood upon a cliff and wept
To know he lacked the power
To free the knowledge he had kept
In life’s remotest tower.
Alike, though there are old men who
Have solved the heart’s great riddle,
Their strength to speak may vanish too
Once fear begins to middle.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016
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