There, just beyond your reach is beauty sought,
But must be earned by your deeds duly wrought.
The innocence attained can ne’er be bought;
This bird’s sweet music lures and can be taught
For guileless virtue is rare treasured gold,
So use finesse and art to catch and hold
That which most ignore and are never bold.
Defy cliche! brave hearts reap wealth untold.
Yes, learn the strain; you can escape dismay.
The past, of course, is gone. There’s just today.
The race for temp’ral things is a fool’s relay;
Along with these, we will soon pass away
The song is best sung from mountain high.
Our joy is because we know at last the sky
Is not the limit of our finest try,
So sing the human psalm before you die.
- Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 24th, 2018 18:22
- Comment from author about the poem: I think this might be a case of "physician heal thyself".
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Comments1
That psalm will be sung as we go towards eternity.
Thanks for the read Gold!!
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