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and everything was lost
I had lighted my
way
Over strange and rough terrain
To carry
and
Deliver a bag of Love
And I carried it with goodness
and good intent
Over mountains and wilderness
Over rivers and gorges
Over
Seas and desert plains
Just to deliver it
It was a special bag of Love
And
I put everything I had
into it,
Everything I was
And
everything I had to offer
But when the moment came
To hand it off,
Fate
Played a cruel trick
And the soggy bottom
Fell out
…and everything was Lost
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The metaphor of a journey,
The metaphor of a journey, and of a journey of delivery, is well deployed here, and then smashed to smithereens in the last seven lines. While this is a rather dismal conclusion, ir does add great poignancy to the poem.
J-Called
the karmic hope of every journey
The journey is everything. The destination – is but a stepping stone. The key, is to remember the hurt… in the hope that we do not repeat it, on the next journey.
What very wise words!
What very wise words!
J-Called