The Hermit
By luigi_pagano
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In a hollow cave
high up on the peak
of a snowy mountain
a man has retreated
trying to seek
peace and tranquillity.
A recluse sleeping rough
on igneous rock
taking stock of his life,
reappraising the past
that he abandoned
without much regret.
He no longer has to fret
while attempting to climb
the greasy pole of success,
endeavouring to impress.
It was not in his nature
to be ruthless and tough.
He had to labour and slog
in a competitive world
where dog-eat-dog
was the name of the game.
He'd been part of that culture
which he now disdains.
Throwing off the chains
that shackled his freedom
was the only solution.
Rejecting materialism
and embracing idealism
seemed the thing to do.
Away from the lure
of the madding crowd
he feels more secure
in his peaceful cocoon.
He knows that sanctity
will be achieved very soon.
© Luigi Pagano 2018
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I feel rather envious, but
I feel rather envious, but fear I like my creature comforts too much to follow suit.
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A great poem of acceptance
A great poem of acceptance Luigi.
Jenny. xx
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