Oh, wearisome flesh, that tires of life
Struggling this way with unbudging strife
A lonely task filled with loveless dismay
Discouraging thoughts wake pacing each day.
Active minds dealing in lifestyle mundane
Surviving practice with actions inane
Leaving nought of power and grace as such
Neither ladders to climb nor stars to touch.
While fantasy speaks, our need to fulfill
Believe peace begins at the crest of the hill
Just a pleasant cot by the roadside’s bend
With the warming fire and the faithful friend.
Each man dreams and it plagues his waking hours
Like hummingbirds whisp’ring to wilted flowers
Of unbound contentment, paramount joy,
A tinge of delight, indelicate ploy
Those masters of freedom, telling us true
Encourage your heart, its wish to pursue
To mayhaps find some other simple way
Live with self-respect merely day to day.
Claire V. Bogdanos 