Siddhartha Gautama saw
– one old
– one ill
– one corpse
and knew his path must change.
I saw a naked child
stomping in the mud
and knew my path must change.
To slog through the mud
is the way of sufferers.
To stomp like you’re in a marching band
is the way of joy.
[National Poetry Month: Poem #16]
By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on April 11, 2017.
