Handiwork

As human beings, we are set a trust Dominion over all such lesser things Yet it's axiomatic that we turn to dust The best of what our erudition brings We take a fertile clay in hand to mold The asseveration of our bright intents To throw upon life's wheel and thus behold The magic that our work and will relents But much of what we strive for falls away Our altruistic hopes and aims devoured By all that glitters gold with glut and pay The milk of our accomplishment so soured Perhaps if we'd first taste that bitter cream We'd shape a world more fit ... our childrens' dream. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Late April Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Triple A Challenge - 14 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Sponsor.