Sunday, May 19, 2013

The journey goes on...


Oh me! Oh life!


By Walt Whitman


Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,

Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?


                                       Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.









And so I forge ahead - one step at a time.
And so I spread my wings and fly - through good weather and bad, through night skies and day. 
Because there is a journey I must make, to find the words that make my verse.


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