SAL (1946 / Dunedin New Zealand)

Suffering

Oh ye, all ye, who suffer here below,
Schooled in the baffling mystery of pain,
Who on life's anvil bear the fateful strain,
Wrong as forged iron, hammered blow on blow.
Take counsel with your grief, in that you know,
That he who suffers suffers not in vain,
Nay, that it shall be for the whole world's gain,
And wisdom prove the priceless price of woe.

Thus in some new-found land where no man's feet
Have trod a path, bold voyagers astray,
May fall foredone by torturing thirst and heat:
But from the impotent body of defeat--
The winners spring who carve a conquering way--
Measured by milestones of their perished clay.

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Lovely poem with a lot of truth. Nice job, Susan.
I like the name. Nice little poem to read with its shifting rhyme scheme and simple words. Not my type exactly but Im sure a lot of people could enjoy this one.
Love, passion and intimacy.........................................yielding something, something not really wanted. Yet, that is how the world is formed. Nice way to squeeze it in a poem. Well done, Susie!
It is natural for two to come together with passion to create a future. Its an excellent thing. Great thought drwan fron deep mind
Love is never-never selfish yet lust of that intimate night- in search of pleasure ignorance- baby is created- that not to be created- man purposes God disposes nice one
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