Sometimes We Are Hosts, Otherwise We Are Guests
POETRY FORMAT, 2 Oct 2017
Sometimes we are hosts, otherwise we are guests,
At all times and in all places we are prisoners of life.
There is little joy and too much strife,
Which razes often our family nest.
Who will tell us which place is the best?
We move in the darkness to give up the ghost.
In the boundless past everything was lost.
Nobody knows the distinction between host and guest.
Why the life chances this Jesuit test?
Why in old age do we need less
To glorify and to make progress,
And why so often blows Nord-west?
With age you have more painful chest,
With age our years do gather speed.
What the matter with life indeed?
Bitterness has mixed with zest!
Dr. Adolf P. Shvedchikov is a Russian scientist, poet and translator. He has published over 150 scientific papers and 16 books in poetry. His poems has been translated into many languages and has been published in Russia, USA, Brazil, India, Japan, Korea, Spain, France, Greece, UK, Italy, Romania, Albania and Australia. In 2013 he was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature. He may be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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