I have been walking along
A road going nowhere.
I have had few pleasures but
A lot of pain to share.
Having walked too long I feel
That I am a bit tired.
No rest at sixty five years,
From work though I retired.
Shall I blame the world for this?
No, these are my travails?
It is the traveller’s fault
If in the path he fails.
I chose the road of money,
Which is but a mirage.
How can on it anyone,
Peace and joy, envisage?
Now I walk with bliss and joy
The road of contentment.
No more do I chase money.
No more my resentment.
• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.
* Awarded second prize and awardicon in “A River of Poetry & Prose Contest”, "A River of Poetry & Prose Contest" , 5th round, October 2009, organised by {user: rivermckenna}
* Featured in Spiritual Newsletter, 23 October 2008
* Initially written as entry no. 491188 in the book FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL , "FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL" . Posted as the present static item on 18 April 2008.
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