just a little musing...
I have tried, and surely failed to soar,
But while it's in my spirit to aspire -
Though my account becomes one mess the more,
I must, and though I stumble and I tire,
The will shall be called forth just like before
To call that foe, my failure, a liar!
Who cunningly conceals my greatest chances
With obstacles as great as my advances..
Especially so in love's unjust delight -
Its happiness, that bonus of the brain
Is gone like any dream in any night!
And who can call it back to them again?
Far better that its fragrance lingers light -
For laughter, joy, and all just can't sustain
One love the more until that loss of lustre,
Which won't respond to diligence or duster
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
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Written on 2013-06-22 at 00:12
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A Fair Philosophy
I have tried, and surely failed to soar,
But while it's in my spirit to aspire -
Though my account becomes one mess the more,
I must, and though I stumble and I tire,
The will shall be called forth just like before
To call that foe, my failure, a liar!
Who cunningly conceals my greatest chances
With obstacles as great as my advances..
Especially so in love's unjust delight -
Its happiness, that bonus of the brain
Is gone like any dream in any night!
And who can call it back to them again?
Far better that its fragrance lingers light -
For laughter, joy, and all just can't sustain
One love the more until that loss of lustre,
Which won't respond to diligence or duster
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
Read 971 times
Written on 2013-06-22 at 00:12
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