The fragile words float astray.
Men’s weak hearts and so are they,
To dwindle like the grass in a storm.
The worlds they know or are yet to be known?
The brittle acts float astray.
Men’s weak hands and so are they,
A lance that cannot be held up high
A fallen man bears a fallen sigh!
The pathetic lives float astray.
Men’s weak hopes and so are they,
Why shall only a few be brave?
When all are set to taste the grave.
A Shift
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……and all of a sudden
it's not so easy, or appealing,
to fall back into old patterns,
old ways, old rhythms,
even when clad
as the ‘perfect solution’
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1 day ago
Interesting one!!!
ReplyDelete"Why shall only a few be brave?
When all are set to taste the grave."
Loved the above lines!!! Keep them coming!!!