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What Maddening Rushing Days

by Quentin S Clingerman

What maddening, rushing days we humans spend
Attempting to gain or win or pursue an elusive end

For what lasting value do we gain in all our discomfort
To what purpose all the really fruitless endless effort

"What does it profit a man if he should gain the whole world but lose his own soul?"
Better to have little here and be at peace with oneself and God who makes us whole.


Posted on 01/14/2014
Copyright © 2021 Quentin S Clingerman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/15/14 at 06:06 PM

Much truth and wisdom here Quentin. That second last line especially rings true. I dealt with it in my own way in No One Gets Out Alive in This, That, And A few Other Things.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/15/14 at 06:55 PM

That first stanza sizes us up well - good advice runs through this, Que. Thanks.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/19/14 at 12:53 PM

congratulations Quentin on POTD. this truth of which this poem speaks, is entirely self evident.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/19/14 at 01:10 PM


Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/19/14 at 02:12 PM

....oh my brain....and also meant to say congrats on POTD!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/20/14 at 12:12 AM

Congrats on POTD, Quentin!

Posted by Dorian Black on 01/24/14 at 11:17 PM

Wise and ominous words, friend. A brilliant piece indeed.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/25/14 at 04:35 PM

Congrats on POTD Quentin. I guess that happened after I commented, saw your posting in the General forum. Great choice!

Posted by Uriel Tovar on 06/07/14 at 04:32 PM

it seems that this culture breeds decay. people have forgotten to be thankful for what they have and will pursue what they want by any means

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