Skip to main content

The Journey

 

The Journey 

by Robert Neest 


The plain and simple things are those we feel 

In our lives on any common day 

And keep us all together on the ground 

Like sturdy stones resisting over time. 


They are the same for poor and rich alike, 

A hug, a smile, a warm and sunny day, 

Reminding us that we are here and live, 

As different as we are, in the same world. 


Apart, there are some goals and wishes, too, 

That make us grow and we are seeking them 

With hopes to find a better, finer life 

Fulfilling our journey on the earth. 


But they are distant and the shapes are blurred, 

Each person sees them in a different way 

And trying to get closer and find out 

What do we want, it takes us the whole life. 


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Waiting

Waiting  by Robert Neest A tall and wooden window’s open wide  And lets the early summer sunshine slip  Inside the dimly lit and narrow room  And draw few feeble shadows on the walls.  Beside the window stands a girl and looks  Towards a very distant place, away  From where she stays with shoulders brought in front  While arms are tightly held around her waist.  She wears a lively coloured graceful dress  With stylish shoes that are her favourite pair  And light shines on her nicely done hair  To make her look so beautiful and young.  With trembling hands she reads again the message,  As she has done since she received the news,  When several tears are falling from her eyes  And then are slowly rolling down her face. 
5 comments
Read more

The Last Judge

The Last Judge by Robert Neest A strong and righteous man was living once Defeating all his foes on every time And everywhere he met them, fought and won, As many as they were, they always lost. The villains tried in many different ways Without succeeding to upset the man Until they paid a woman to find out The secret of the power that he had. She was a cunning and nice looking girl That after few attempts discovered how To make him lose his strength and let them take The honest man as their prisoner. They took him bound to their distant land And gathered all to celebrate the win While giving him the chance he didn’t miss To slay more than he ever did before.
Post a Comment
Read more

A Dream

A Dream by Robert Neest The son of young and working man and wife A two-year-old boy lived in a small flat, Inside a basement of a building was What they could pay from their modest wage. The parents left the place that they were born And went away from their home and friends, Were forced by lack of chances to build up A decent life for their family. Arrived in a new country they were firm In their will to strive for a new life And get for their son what they had not, To grow with hope of better days ahead. O ne night , a storm was hitting their town And massive floods were reaching their street, A brutal burst inside the place they were And died the m o ther, father and the son.
Post a Comment
Read more