Comedy of follies hath no mirth
Hath only the hath me since Rebirth
Coronet of honor to ignoble stooping
Once proud shoulders to temporary drooping.
Power to change lies within
Virtue weighed above thy sin
Strange be the mirths through which we sigh
Humiliation in shame for which we die.
Never-ending odyssey of succeeding notes
Followed by the weakly brawls of he who dotes
Reasons of falls doth looketh with glitter
Following the trials of life to litter.
"All that glisters is not gold"
Often have I been this proverb told
But the Spring-well of thus Mighty Youth
Pushes me hither say I in sooth
Fatality of Paths in the Den of Joy
Forms in thy mid like a great Ploy
Controlling they like a wax doll's toy.
The be but the Trials of Thoughts
Realize thus what thy heart unwroughts
Songs of Ages hath thus us told
Of the Brave men of renown and old
Hath who used the trials to better self mould
Forming thus more than all the Gold
Riches from the Soul of Legends sold.
Open thy eyes to the follies of thee
An' know the sharpness of the Blade thou can see
Formed From Life's own Garden Tree.
Trial be but the product of thy own wishes
For thy attention it but fishes.
Give it thus no power over thee
An' open thy eyes for betterment to see.
Thou be-th but the Leader of thy Soul
Give thus the purpose to Life's fuel-coal
Feel the warmth of Freedom's Grace
Leaving there no evil to trace.
Hence , for must change embrace
Recover thyself from weak denials
An' Silence thy Infinity of Succeeding trials.
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Trials
PoetryThe existence of each and every man is marked by several incidents. Each of these incidents serve to further the wisdom and growth of the man. They can be considered to be trials which allow Man to reach their own Divinities. The entire scenario can...
