What is the power, the driving force?

The time that caused the most remorse.

What is the medicine, the ultimate cure?

Loving kindness, true and pure.


How goes the path, where will it end?

Nobody knows – that’s the stipend.

Why light the fire or turn on the light?

The warmth is desired – the darkness a fight.


When do the wishes of men become truth?

Some say when young or long in the tooth.

What about women, do they have a wish?

Some of them do, some reminisce.


When do these questions cease and desist?

At the start of May in the morning mist.

Are they important, will there be more?

Yes, as it happens, questions galore…



© The Secret Poetess, February 2017