From Perusal
While I take a look at the heavens as in their prime,
And next the earth, nevertheless old, quieten clothed in green,
The gravel and leaves comatose of time,
Nor mature nor crumple on their frontage are seen;
If iciness come, and abundance in that case doth fade,
A bound returns, and they're new young at heart made.
But human grows old, falsehood down, ruins everyplace after he's laid.
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By birth other sporting than folks creatures all,
Yet seems by makeup and by custom cursed —
No nearer natural but grief and control put up descend
That confusion demolish he had at first;
Nor youth, nor strength, nor wisdom coil again,
Nor habitations extended their names retain,
But in nothingness to the conclusive day remain.
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Shall I next praise the heavens, the trees, the earth,
Because their beauty and their power survive longer?
Shall I want near or in no way to had birth,
Because they're better and their bodies stronger?
No! They shall darken, perish, fade, and die,
And at what time unmade shall they lie;
But human was prepared for endless immortality.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
© Fearless Lines
2021-07-19 12:06:24
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