Railway r׀g׀d׀ty

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

“O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this life”? [or something like that]

Life has this way of wrangling men to do

The things that underlying life insists

Upon.  Morality as duty to

Life’s steel intentions, railroad strong, persists.

Then opposites are true.  If tenderness

And self-renunciation are built in,

There is no hope, though far from slenderness,

That hope grown fat will find a way to grin

Away from fate.  Divergent will will grow

Between the tracks, but yet distorted form

Inside them cannot change the way the men flow.

The truth inside them fights and turns to storm.

  The blooming weeds between the rails will flap

    About in winds, but weeds are in that trap.

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