Question:
Can you help me finish this poem...?
All of life is but art unknown to thee...
All chance and directon which thou can't see...
enturnal light, and universal good...
We all cry out for the ones that stood...
In the doorways of... Please; everyone follow off each other. Write five to six lines each... Thank you
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
in the doorways of hope
we stand and gape...
standing in the crossroads of life
we hardly look forward...
forgetting, the old saying
the beaten path for beaten men..
following the same old route...
closing our eyes to the direction of chances.....