The Waning Moon – Poem-29 (My Life And Quest)

This Book is written by Arthur Osborne.

Oh never think the moon compulsive wanes:
Fate is compulsion only to the fool
Who flees eternity to seek time’s gains
And, frog-like, finds his ocean in a pool.

Man and the moon have choice, yet it is not
Whether to go or stay; immutable
Their path and phases of their path; their lot
Written in light, most ineluctable.

Their choice is whether, clinging to their place,
To stumble on, flogged by fate’s iron whip,
Or, as the bride flees to her lord’s embrace,
Set sail with love for breeze and faith for ship.


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