The Eternal Traffic

Poem:

Life’s sweet heaven of pleasures merges with its hell of woes

Analogous to traffic in cities of no repose,

With many a lane of joy and pain,

A traveler surely knows.

Impediments are but many, progress fast or slow,

With many a curve and winding way, the high ground and the low,

And with many a sign and signal helping life’s traffic flow;.

Now and then along the way, we tend to lose our bearing;

Or rushing most unwittingly to demonstrate our daring.

As we must steer our movements through life’s traffic on and on,

Among the signs and signals old appear those newly born,

But the quint essence of values should not at all be gone.

 

 

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