Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost
Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost
As mind ponders on life and its brief span-
Only a gasp in the great fog of time;
Fleeting the days and quests of mortal man
Often in darkness, void of any rhyme.
Walking in pouring rain with sheer delight;
So, so short those pleasures may often be ;
Man born to deep rage and so quick to fight,
Eternally yearns to be truly free.
Sages and poets, keepers of heartfelt thought-
Souls that cry out for sweeter love and peace,
Too often ignored, favoring those bought,
Scoundrels hell will have and never release!
Rejection of truth has its steepest costs:
Where man walks blindly crying all is lost.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 109
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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