Those who are awake at nights and not, asleep
Those who think about its secrets and think deep
Life can load; and load upon those heap heap
Can crash wills, and shatter hopes; so steep
No one is immune from taking the road, as such
Not a soul able to escape in the end, even a touch
You and I are in the whirlpool, no ground, and no crutch!
Have to circle round, and round, till centre clutch.
Centre of whirlpool resembles that black hole up above
Every single particle is doomed to head, and meet love
Those who are awake at nights, tend not to shove
Those who think about its secrets, neighbours to Dove!
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A dedication to a great poet, amazing person and a good friend; to David.
Deeply touched by his latest poem ‘Old Age Brings Neither WisdomNor Clarity’ and subsequent correspondence; and always learned lessons from.
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Artist, poets and deep thinkers are bound to encounter many enormous problematic questions and hence struggling to come up with some sort of answers and solutions. And simply, sometimes they’re able to cope, and sometimes, frankly, not.
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