He hung on <br />mesmerized <br />to the deluge <br />of wisdom <br />that sprung forth <br />from his poet friend: <br />Life death <br />Meaning & nullity <br />Triumph & disaster <br />Speech and silence <br />Are two sides <br />of same coin <br />When you have one <br />you have the other <br />Learn to take <br />both sides of coin <br />as one <br />And then you shall <br />rise above yourself <br />And He shall ask: <br />What shall thy <br />destiny be? <br />He imbibed little <br />And spattered more <br />His ignorance <br />From that fountain head <br />Of wisdom <br />He returned back to <br />The treacherous terrain of flesh <br />To break the stony countenance <br />Of a well chiseled <br />Damsel <br />Fertility of concupiscence <br />Irrigated with words of wisdom <br />He said: <br />We were like two <br />Sides of some coin <br />Same was the rust <br />That we gained! <br />His rootless words <br />Stirred the memories <br />Of a forgotten storm <br />She retorted; <br />Two sides of coin! <br />How ironical: <br />They belong <br />Two different <br />worlds they face <br />Rusted they are <br />by different rains. <br />He stood there <br />Both clueless and arid <br /> On the crossroad <br />Of wisdom and wishes.<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cross-roads-3/
