haiku on poverty March 18, 2019March 19, 2019 / mobius faith An old man stands, only holes for his pockets, begging for more. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
…….what I am, what I once was…….. September 6, 2015September 6, 2015 / mobius faith Youth chases after and follows its bliss The aged remain and rest in their bliss and neither can tell you where it may be found Youth is controlled by passion The aged controls their passion Youth rushes foolishly head-long to learn what the aged already know, and have taken years to learn The error of youth judges the aged The error of the aged criticizes the youth And neither respects the other The aged were once youthful As the youthful will one day be aged Neither should be rushed. IT’S NOT TOO LATE Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...