I search – my heart to satisfy
While others seek their needs to fulfill.
All about is want and materialism
And I am amid a flood of fear.
Little help a poet gets
While most other needs are stressed
And little compensation for his work receives
Thus only later is he grieved.
I write with longing heart
To understand man’s immortal ways
Which he fails to discontinue,
Until; destruction hovering
makes amends.
Oh the world is indeed a stage
Where man must play both
The fool and the wiseman.
But never does unity flow
Until men realize their woes.
© Lawrence Reynolds 1963
(pen name for Richard L. Provencher)
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
First published 1964
Young Publications
Appalachia, Virginia
Comments
Richard L. Prov... | June 16, 2011 - 21:19
Richard L. Provencher
skinner_jennifer | June 17, 2011 - 08:09
Hello Richard,
a very thought provoking piece.
I like this.
Jenny.
Richard L. Prov... | June 17, 2011 - 16:57
Thank you, Jenny. It is one of my very first poems. RLP
Nathan Bednarek | June 19, 2011 - 17:55
"I write with longing heart
To understand man’s immortal ways
Which he fails to discontinue,
Until; destruction hovering
makes amends."
Some of the most powerful lines I've read. This poems is a statement, a question, an opinion and an inquiry.
It really shows that you have the soul of a poet. What a beautiful read.
Well done.
Nathan.