You were a man of the world,
Who trod on the earth
Now you're a man of the earth
So, you trod on your future self
That's neither wrong nor right
't was a thing you couldn't help
You were a man of the world,
Not yet of the earth,
You sold for much less than your worth
There's nothing better, nothing worse
That's just how the world works
But does it even work?
I am sure that it used to,
Before the dame took the fruit,
From the palm of the serpent's hand
Right into the man's throat
None was pure since that feast
Only impure foes of the earth
By fault of the dame or man's throat?
Or, who put fists on a serpent?
And gave it a tongue to speak,
And showed it a way to the tree,
For all, the blame is sufficient.
My prayer is for that man,
Who lies now in the earth,
For him to be free of earth's enmity,
To be free, at peace in that shade,
To be proud of his humble works
& await the fruits of his sowing,
In repose till eternity's dawn
A sweet sleep, well deserved,
Surrounded by our grateful hearts
Even when still as pebbles,
The last beat echoes through his bones.
-Constino
31/07/2021
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Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoetryLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
