All my life too lazy to work favoring the light to the heavy others take up a career I hold onto a sutra a scroll with nothing inside I open wherever I go for every illness it has a cure it heals with whatever works once your mind contains no plan wherever you are it's alert | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE THE CUPBOARD by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN |