In Search of the Simple Life He was by grace and fortune born To wealth and peace in which to grow But with the years he grew forlorn And felt cut off from all life's flow Raised firmly in the church of God The dogma flowed, and hell seemed near But deep within came feelings odd A need to leave that world of fear So searching still he turned away From childhood faith and romanticism In worldly things he spent his days But only found antagonism Corrupt and angry people ruled And shallow lives were now the norm For lies were told and all were fooled And burning hearts had turned lukewarm Worthless world of work and toil, Empty praise to a distant God Both roads to him seemed all but spoiled Two wayward paths the weary plod And so he left to walk the mountains To merge himself with God's creation He drank his fill from those holy fountains And found at last his inspiration And decades later one could sight A mountain man who walked alone His beard was long and hair was white And peace like light from his eyes shone One day his breath merged with the breeze And in the hills was now never seen But the wind speaks of him in the trees And beckons all to a life serene
i dont usually like poems that rhyme, most of them are trivial...but i really enjoyed this one, it was very well put together and it had very good imagry.
