The pitcher at the fountain- Paraphrase of Ecclesiastes 12

Great are the heights and dangers of the road,

A cord always about to snap,

Till the pitcher we draw to the fountain

finally shatters

and we find ourselves shut out

in the middle of the street,

we mourn our past joys,

like springless grasshopers,

while the futile dust settles

and the vain sound of the mill

fades away.

Walk with me and I won’t regret

all the emotions gone to waste,

but cling to my life like ivy,

like chewing gum to my every step,

don’t look away, not for a second,

for I´ll have left when you look again,

but snap all the cords, shatter the pitcher

which holds all my hopes, and walk with me

through reality.


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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