This August is an empty plate;
I muse on what I can debate
Let’s talk of karma, mystic lore ...
I wonder – have we lived before?
Life numbers ought to give us clues
We add our birth date and enthuse
Each life path offers vistas new
Perhaps our soul knows what to do?
We grow up slowly and mature
Experiencing in depth each year
But, do we understand our goal
Is it the saving of our soul?
Pre-Reformation, this was key;
Material wealth now thought to be
The highest aim we can achieve
But fate has more tricks up its sleeve!
Should we put our career first?
What role has family in this race?
Do we struggle to save face?
Perhaps with age we take back seat
And realise life is bitter-sweet;
Helping others brings a glow
Yet, what does this poet know?
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
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