Splat by Brian Quinn
A wise-man was seated in silent prayer,
When a stranger came by and rested there.
The stranger was haggard and his clothes were all torn,
And he spoke to the wise-man in a voice all forlorn.
"Which road do I take to get serene above all,
For wherever I go I hit splat into a wall?"
The wise-man smiled, easing the stranger's load,
And he pointed his finger down a narrow, twisting road.,
So the stranger set off and his gait was quite light,
But he returned pretty soon and he looked a worse sight.
"That road I went down I didn't like it at all,
For after a while I went splat into a wall.
"I really want a path that will give me some peace,
Where my fears will go free and my tensions will cease.
The stranger pleaded some more, his voice was disjointed,
But down the same road the wise-man again pointed.
The stranger set off, though he looked full of doubt,
And after a while he returned with a shout.
"How come you sent me down that same twisting road?
Can't you see I am tired and I don't want this load?"
The wise-man spoke in a voice that was keen,
"I thought you were searching for a life that's serene?"
The stranger exclaimed, "Yes, I really want that!"
"Then," the wise-man said softly, "You must go through the splat."
When a stranger came by and rested there.
The stranger was haggard and his clothes were all torn,
And he spoke to the wise-man in a voice all forlorn.
"Which road do I take to get serene above all,
For wherever I go I hit splat into a wall?"
The wise-man smiled, easing the stranger's load,
And he pointed his finger down a narrow, twisting road.,
So the stranger set off and his gait was quite light,
But he returned pretty soon and he looked a worse sight.
"That road I went down I didn't like it at all,
For after a while I went splat into a wall.
"I really want a path that will give me some peace,
Where my fears will go free and my tensions will cease.
The stranger pleaded some more, his voice was disjointed,
But down the same road the wise-man again pointed.
The stranger set off, though he looked full of doubt,
And after a while he returned with a shout.
"How come you sent me down that same twisting road?
Can't you see I am tired and I don't want this load?"
The wise-man spoke in a voice that was keen,
"I thought you were searching for a life that's serene?"
The stranger exclaimed, "Yes, I really want that!"
"Then," the wise-man said softly, "You must go through the splat."
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Rating: D |
This poem is about acquiring maturity and just doing life.
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this poem mkes me think that everyone should go down the path. we need it all but mabe george w bush needs to go there a bit londer then that other man :) - julie |
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I think this poem is humorous, and the point rings true. You must walk through the hard parts of life to get to the good parts of life. - Helen |
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The adage here is quite true. If you want peace of mind and serenity you have to struggle through the rough spots in life. - Barbara |
