A Unfinished poem I wrote on a train
This is an unfinished poem about conflict in life:
The poem
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What one thinks as for his need,
The other says is greed.
So varied does man's thoughts come,
When great in numbers does he become.
"Shall conflict this kind always stay?" -
Asks such a man as wishes allay
To this eternal occurrence of war and strife
Between peoples of different walks of life.
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Some answer that such difference
Tests our strength and perseverance.
And evokes in us the feeling of interest
In the otherwise would be banal life -
So, it is said, is the purpose of strife.
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But then does the keen one ask,
"Does such a thinking pass this task?
That though our way we hope attain,
Same conflicts do retain.
If such a law of life exist
What reason is there to persist
In trying to win the increase
Of our way before decease?
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