I walk along the road of life
and pick and choose what's there
sometimes I gather blooms and ferns
some meant to keep, some share
Some seem so dear and near at first
but soon they lose their hold
some seem unworthy to be held
some others leave me cold
And then there is that single bloom
that many never find
the one much sought by wisest bards
through ages of mankind
That single orchid, though quite small
and often unobserved
is what I'm always searching for
though know I don't deserve
It's name is faith and grace and love
oft shadowed by strong vines
of glory, wealth and earthly charms
it humbly low reclines
Oh, may I spy that rarest plant
the one reserved for babes
the innocent close to the ground
who see things in the shade
I walk along the road of life
and pick and choose what's there
sometimes I gather blooms and ferns
some meant to keep, some share.
I walk along the road of life and pick and choose what is there sometimes I gather booms. Wonderful presentation and beautiful imagery makes this nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liilia, you certainly have found that rarest of blooms, it perfumes your poetry, wafts out to readers lucky to find it! ! !