The Wisdom Of Ashes Poem by Richard D Remler

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Every day,
Will find itself.

That's what they say...

Each morning shares a single sun
That cannot drift away.

They build my spirit up just so,
And let me stumble, let me go.

Under storm, and through the shade
And in the darkest deep charade.

I make my way over cobbled stones,
With aching feet and brittled bones,

In search of what I cannot see,
My ever winding mystery.

It's always on the edge somewhere,
Beyond my fair and final prayer,

Beyond that wall of stone and mud,
Where foolish men spilled virgin blood.

Where soldiers fought for glories pride,
Where now they're buried side by side.

Where Kings in earnest lost their thrones,
To children bearing ice cream cones.

Their lies, they flake away, like chaff.
Their tales, their wisdoms, make me laugh.

Their selfish vanity and pride,
Have, like the ancients, withered....died.

Every day,
I hear them say,
Will find itself...

Such naiveté...

A wisdom,
Like ashes,
The desert wind
Simply blows away.



Copyright © MMXII Richard D. Remler