For some the load is heavy
Others’ tread is light
But in the end we are alone
Each facing our own plight
No matter if mud clogs our feet
Or we soar across the sky
It does not help to question
The timeless reasons why
For some the wheel of karma
Others plot the stars
But none provide immunity
From bruises, cuts and scars
No matter what the obstacles
The maze of test and trial
Coping is the grit of life
And we can choose to smile
For some the way is shrouded
Others’ path is clear
But each must step ahead in faith
And cling to hope, not fear
No matter that it’s hard sometimes
With others by our side
What matters more is that we know
To live is to have tried.
Wayne Visser © 2004
Book
String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems
This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.
