Alone, apart, reposed on a hill,
in elevate thoughts did lie.
But in the end a man was I,
and could not reason high.
I meant to understand my worth,
my place in life to find,
but when I went to seek the truth,
my eyes I found were blind.
For a journey surely to God's grace,
my own life soon I'd part.
But without understanding,
I knew not where to start.
Hours have I wasted,
Staring at the sky,
And hours more will I waste,
Until I learn to fly
"Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away."
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/02/2022 05:14PM by Aeacus.
A throw back to the classics, Aeacus. Welcome to the mule.
Les