The RECLUSE
I am not a driven man
Consumed by purpose
I have ambled along life’s path
No particular aim in mind
I take no pride in not being assertive
For I have let life happen
Not forced its course
Little guidance have I sought
Or been offered
Little forethought have I given
I steered no path between the tides
To avoid the quicksands
Or to avoid being tempted by the Sirens’ wail
Gratefully
I was not confronted with
Scylla and Charybdis
I would have baulked with indecision
And without a philosophy
Religion no longer holding any sway with me
No politics to speak of
An indolent practitioner of life
Without imperative
Perhaps too conscious
Of everyone else’s point of view
For this no doubt I’ll pay a price
And when the final reckoning comes
They’ll say “He never cared”
But they will be wrong.
I cared too much to confront
My irresolution
And now I suffer for it.
Excellent, Roland. You’ll have me thinking on this one for a while. It’s that last bit.
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I welcome your positive comments, Laura.
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Having the capacity to see so many sides to everything that you become paralyzed?
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That sir, took my breath away and left my synapses firing, brilliant !
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How gracious of you to make such a response, Nigel. Thank you.
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Roland, you and Davy D. are giving my mind a workout this morning. Well penned!
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Glad you are taking exercise, Eugenia. Thank you for commenting.
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Roland this is a fantastic piece of poetry. So many conundrums and questions. It sums up life and the inner torments most of us go through life with. I agree with Laura, I will have to ponder the final lines.
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I much appreciate your comments, Davy.
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A brilliant piece Roland. To suffer for complacency proves that you are not.
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Many thanks, Jerry.
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