As might a bird with broken wing Attempt a flight across the sea, So with my soul that feels the sting Of love betrayed by jealousy. No longer do I seek to know Or reason why our lives are fraught With disappointment and distress, A touch of love and we are caught Into a net of loneliness When one must stay, the other go. Now in my seventieth year Of life so little have I learned. A neophyte in adult gear To outward joys too often turned And swept by tide and undertow. I often feel the weight of time Pressing down upon my soul, Although my spirit seeks to climb Inexorable is the toll, That makes each effort pained and slow And karmic ties hold me still A captive of my halting past, In me the power of the Will Seems compromised and cannot last Until the heart and mind comply And I gain freedom from the past To find my soul's identity And all my petty self outgrow.
Poems Undated (1727)
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