I wonder about Ecclesiastes tonight:
is everything just a repetition of the past
a repetition of the things that had been
and will be repeated again
Is there nothing new under the sun
and how can we go on
knowing it is so -
I feel so weary by what I see
And by what experience brings
it feels as if the only time I know
is the time to throw away stones
the stones of memory
In every dropp of sweetest delight
seems to lurk the pain of deceit
the bitterness of deception
bringing more pain unto me
Why should false expectation
and deceptive positive reflection
always be followed by
cold retribution
And bitter memory?
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ecclesiastes-tonight/
