no, I did not come that way,
no, not through all those images you mention
or past all those signposts you just detailed;
I came through the other perhaps the same
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Dear John Coldwell You are entitled to your opinion. Kind regards Raj Arumugam
Down many a dirt road lies A part of man that lives, then dies For it is the path that one has taken Where others have in haste, forsaken The struggle to reach the end (as some may call) An end that isn't an end at all But instead a place where one's marker is set So others will know you've been here, yet. Walk on down those tracks of dirt For along the way will be your just desserts. s
Modern poets, like modern art Are quick to loose the tricky part The few blue squares, the splashed azure The dribbled free verse, sense obscure Will not wash with he who knows, they are the Emperor’s new clothes
Dear Sidi Mahtrow Perhaps you've taken a too moralistic view of the poem, especially as evident in your last lines. Kind regards Raj