Man Rising

The nature of the man

 

 

When we had eyes to see

What did we dream we would be?

That which is perfect, a self made brawn,

Comprising all, from vain Pavo, to kindly Chiron,

And to build it ourselves, brick by brick.

The soul would be first, it carries the wick,

Then the heart, that would bring love's true wish.

Last would be a mind to know itself, the tish,

First to inspire and then the final picture,

First a dream and then the final achiever,

Cry they would in between, moan and wail even,

For the loss of the dream, so real it seemed,

But soon to set about the work of redeeming,

To find the facts, so truly overwhelming.

A new man rising, to bring belief to the day,

What is possible, just took a dive into the may.

 

 

 

Reviews

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Perfect flow and rhyme scheme,
Powerful read and truthful too.
So nicely written.