The River Of Life

Walking along a river in good flow, Sure and steady and forward, deep and wide, I saw some man-made pools, stagnant, narrow, That, no sooner were dug out by men, died. The river looked as ever full of life, Alive and singing as it moved along; The pool, like men that it made, full of strife, It barricaded joys, made isles of wrong. And in the quiet of my thought, I heard The song of a steady river of life, Which, unpatented still is well-preserved, And I sensed the cause of all human strife: While no life blossoms if blocked as a rule, Man seeks permanence in a stagnant pool! _________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.04.10 |