Wonders Remain

The more you see the less you understand.
For like a pendulum bulb the mind swings.
And the thinking station is left unmanned.
So that man will wonder at little things.

The more you hear the less you will listen.
And one’s foresight will be slayed with no blade.
Loud lullabies will linger and glisten.
And man will never call a spade a spade.

Life becomes boring when there is no spice.
With no fun if we cannot be seduced.
One knows not why sometimes she becomes nice;
And other times life’s beauty is abused.

The answers to questions are deep within.
Dig deep; for no man finds their origin.

Younglan Louis