Friday, August 17, 2007

The Story of our lives............

When our ancestors found that wheat
Was a good bread to eat
They settled in Jericho
All of us are settled now
But in our souls there is great woe:
We don’t know where to go

I am settled in a fine place
I own a house, I live in grace,
I have a patio
But late at night when the winds lament,
and the garden shivers – my soul is rent:
I don’t know where to go

One day when I say goodbye
To life and wife, and lie and fly
Somehere in a great flow,
I shall be free to roam again
I’ll try to find but try in vain
Where to go, where to go.

- Henry Shore

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