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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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The Quest


He walked on through the grassy knoll
as thorns and bramble tore his clothes
but the quest was born to be complete
to think of triumph… never defeat.
He searched and searched as was his quest
then searched some more he would not rest
bleeding and torn he soldiered on
till his light of life had all but gone.
Then he lay down his head to sleep
while the stars looked down upon his keep
he dreamed but once of the day to come
and maybe his quest this day was won?
He woke refreshed with strength anew
though his limbs were torn now black and blue
when to his surprise he stumbled upon
the place he sought… but all had gone!
The walls and temple no longer remained
only dust and dreams were all that were saved
where men once prayed in hallowed halls
only echoes remained of their silent calls.
He then sat and cried through deep dismay
having fought so hard along the way
all was lost… no hope to gain
after so much horror and so much pain.
But then he thought of those lonely days
and all he had learnt along the way
the beauty he'd seen from mountains top
and how man was fed from natures crop.
He then asked himself “what of his quest..
and if each day had turned out best”?
he would not have known or learnt a thing
if each day his heart was allowed to sing.
He then understood his life long quest
it is never about… what turns out best
it is always about the journey made
and the hearts that you touched along the way.








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