I asked the old man standing on the street <br />what he was doing, who would he meet? <br />Well I've met you he replied <br />and that I could not tell, <br />until you just arrived. <br /> <br />I met the children playing in the park, <br />I asked them what are you doing <br />in these hours before its dark? <br />They said they go up and down <br />and then swing to and fro, <br />then before the sun sets <br />round and round they go. <br /> <br />I met the priest sitting silent in the church <br />he asked me what am I doing? <br />I said I came to ask you <br />why you sit here in this place? <br />He said it was for praying <br />for deliverance and grace. <br /> <br />I went to the hermit's cave, lonely in the hills <br />to ask him why he lived there, <br />why he shunned the city's thrills. <br />He said it was to free himself <br />from the ties of human life <br />and all the many questions <br />which only bring us strife. <br /> <br />I asked the old man on the street <br />what were you doing all this time? <br />I was waiting for you he said <br />but I did not know that <br />until you just arrived.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/searching-90/
