( By Jan Phillips )
You can climb the highest mountain
You can swim the deepest sea
But the path to paradise is still through me.
You can walk the longest highway
You can drive the longest miles
But the path to paradise is still through me.
I gave you free will to do as you wish
You can go to work or just go fish
But the path to paradise is still through me.
You can travel from state to state
To see what you can see
But the path to paradise is still through me.
You can drink the evil spirits
Until you can’t walk or stand
But the path to paradise is still through me.
You can get high on dope
And live in a fog
But the path to paradise is still through me.
You can work every day
From dawn to dusk
But the path to paradise is still through me.
You can be good to your fellow man
And be as nice as you can be
But the path to paradise is still through me.
Try as you might
Doing what’s right
The path to paradise is still through me.
I particularly liked the very good use of repetition every third line.Done well it always adds to a poem and it has clearly done so in this.Without wishing to appear presumptious, we hope that there will be lots more to come in the future,but I do like the individual and identifiable style that I’ve discerned in your posts thus far.
Thank you for your kind words. There will be more forth coming.