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THE MARKETPLACE
Out of the womb of solitude
I emerged at a marketplace
Larger than the firmament
Stretched from coast to coast.
I worm thro' the crisscross of
wayfarers walking and talking
like lovers at the bank of bar beach,
caring not who looks at them.
While some stood, others sat
on every side, like a beggar
hoping against hope for
a handful of alms.
On this I looked agape
At the cacophonous flux of men
On one hand, anxious to sell,
On the other, desperate to buy.
Each man with a burden.
Under the treachery of the sun
I pressed on;
My naked sole battered as I trudge
gallantly on this cruel stones that
has tumbled many out of the way.
Now at the end of the road I stand,
Drained of both spirit and life
No more than a shadow of me
I've charted a wrong course
On this market of life.
Had I taken the Road that guides aright
It'll have made all the difference!
I emerged at a marketplace
Larger than the firmament
Stretched from coast to coast.
I worm thro' the crisscross of
wayfarers walking and talking
like lovers at the bank of bar beach,
caring not who looks at them.
While some stood, others sat
on every side, like a beggar
hoping against hope for
a handful of alms.
On this I looked agape
At the cacophonous flux of men
On one hand, anxious to sell,
On the other, desperate to buy.
Each man with a burden.
Under the treachery of the sun
I pressed on;
My naked sole battered as I trudge
gallantly on this cruel stones that
has tumbled many out of the way.
Now at the end of the road I stand,
Drained of both spirit and life
No more than a shadow of me
I've charted a wrong course
On this market of life.
Had I taken the Road that guides aright
It'll have made all the difference!
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