Soul-Searching

I search – my heart to satisfy
While others seek their needs to fulfill.
All about is want and materialism
And I am amid a flood of fear.

Little help a poet gets
While most other needs are stressed
And little compensation for his work receives
Thus only later is he grieved.

I write with longing heart
To understand man’s immortal ways
Which he fails to discontinue,
Until; destruction hovering
makes amends.

Oh the world is indeed a stage
Where man must play both
The fool and the wiseman.
But never does unity flow
Until men realize their woes.

© Lawrence Reynolds 1963
(pen name for Richard L. Provencher)

Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/

First published 1964
Young Publications
Appalachia, Virginia