Oh! What an affliction our humanity can be
every path leads to an eventuality.
But if I work hard with faithful fervor
in humble homage to the grand Observer;
will the rewards exceed the horrors
of the cruel hard truth of mirrors
which we in the end can barely see?
Author notes
"Though Time Presses"
Though times presses and prods me on
Each hour with greater fray
To give back to the clay
My tired worn limbs and sore
But he will yet do more
Who saddens my soul yet so glad makes.
Nor does it seem he'll pardon
— he who unlocks my heart or bars the way —
In the hours just before
And most doubtful if to peace I'll reawaken;
that the usual mistake,
The older I grow gets ever worse.
O harsher is mine than any cruel curse!
to lighten my burdens it's late for you;
A heart that burns, for years burnt through,
Turns, should reason slack the whole,
Not heart again but ash and charcoal.
~ Michelangelo Buonarroti ~
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Hello Hoodoolover. A thought provoking peice, relating nicely to the prompt. Regards.
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Hi there Ace-LightWithinMe, thanks very much for stopping by
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I always read back through - and how I didn't notice it in the beginning is beyond me, but this is 50 words - and the contest was for 20 - 30, no more no less. I apologize, and thanks again. Great write!
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it's okay, clearly I was too sleepy, LOL
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Excellent
What a great take on the prompt. Such a gifted interpretation. Best of luck in the contest.
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Very nice! Love the flow of the piece itself, relating nicely to the prompt and allowing the depth to seep through. Thank you for your entry!
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