The Life Of One
The life of one who walks alone, With nothing in the world to claim his own. Traveling far to find a better life, He stumbles across the land of the golden knife. Entering the forbidden cave, He reminds himself; he must be brave. Walking through traps, Investigating all maps, He is confronted with three doors. The first is easy, With only two boars. The second more challenging, An obstacle of time. The third most forbidding, A walk through his fears. The passage very narrow, The death almost certain. But nothing to fear, For he has nothing to lose. He walks through without a thought, Grabbing the knife that he had sought. The cave begins to tremble and quake, Before he knows it, he is awake. Inside the cave, Before the doors, he runs right in, Into the boars. He offers no resistance, Waiting for them to come. For it matters not what happens, In the life of one.This is an old one I wrote back in 1999 Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 07:57 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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