Poem

Pilgrim’s Progress

Am I young enough to believe in revolution
Am I strong enough to get down on my knees and pray
Am I high enough on the chain of evolution
To respect myself, and my brother and my sister
And perfect myself in my own peculiar way

I get lazy, and forget my obligations
I’d go crazy, if I paid attention all the time
And I want justice, but I’ll settle for some mercy
On this Holy Road through the Universal Mind

I get lazy, and forget my obligations
I’d go crazy, if I paid attention all the time
And I want justice, but I’ll settle for some mercy
On this Holy Road through the Universal Mind

I got lucky, I got everything I wanted
I got happy, there wasn’t nothing else to do
And I’d be crazy not to wonder if I’m worthy
Of the part I play in this dream that’s coming true

I get lazy, and forget my obligations
I’d go crazy, if I paid attention all the time
And I want justice, but I’ll settle for some mercy
On this Holy Road through the Universal Mind

Kris Kristofferson
Poem

Life

If I had my life to live over…

I would make more mistakes next time.

I would relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been on this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances.

I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.

I would eat more ice cream and less beans.

I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I would have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I am one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day.

Oh, I have had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I would have more of them.

In fact, I would try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I have been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, and a raincoat.

If I had to do it over again, I would travel lighter than I have. 

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds and I would pick more daisies.

Nadine Stair
Poem

The Builder

I saw a group of men in my home town.
I saw a group of men tearing a building down.

With a heave and a ho and a mighty yell,
They swung a beam and a sidewall fell.

So I said to the foreman, “Are these men skilled,
The type you’d hire if you wanted to build?”

And he laughed and said, “Why, no indeed.
Common labor’s all I need.
For I can tear down in a day or two
What it took a builder ten years to do.”

And I thought to myself as I walked away,
which of these roles am I going to play?

Am I the type that constantly tears down
As I foolishly make my way around?

Or am I the type that’s trying to build up with care?

In hopes that my community will be glad I was there.

– Lou Holtz

Poem

The Unexplored

There was a road ran past our house

Too lovely to explore.

I asked my mother once — she said

That if you followed where it led

It brought you to the milk-man’s door.

(That’s why I have not traveled more.)


Edna St Vincent Millay