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Its a long ardous road that a man must voyage to a place of stiffness and waters of boil like the statue that balances the earth on its back you'll remain beneath till your spine goes flat this journey changes a man from young to old battling the rapids of the stories untold despair clings to your brain like a fawn to its mother lay close to shore and hold on my brother patience is needed to remain afloat dealing with problems that a wise man wrote with backbreaking labour and a drought of the spirit there are times my friend when all you can do is endure it |
awesome! holding on or as you said strenght is the soul of this poem as well of this world, what attracted me most is your way of simbolism take first two lines for example who thought hell can be described this way. well i said hell since i believe it is on earth not anywhere else. this journey changes a man from young to old this line showed this poem has a deeper root, so one then know he or she has to dig down and also assures me that i am reading a wise head's poem. so its a pleasure to be in your hands. years are not what age a man its the expriencess. i liked the way you discribed that life is a spiritual journey and we are the travellers learning and moving on. everything ends so will our pains to, we just have to hold on. if we smile at life it will smile back at us. bye nishant | Posted on 2006-08-30 00:00:00 | by imagination | [ Reply to This ] | |