Path Of Man

We are your hopes,
your dreams reborn,
the ones created in your form,

We are the young,
so soon from birth,
the ones who will reshape the earth,

We are the men,
and women grown,
the ones who will make this our home,

We are the old,
with young to raise,
the ones who keep the ancient ways,

We are the lost,
our duties served,
in restful sleep we've long deserved.

by Arik Fletcher

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O, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Reaper came that day; 'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away.
I came across this masterpiece by Longfellow by chance. I am left spell-bound and mesmerized by it. What a piece of literature. It must be read as text in the subject of literature in schools or perhaps in college. Blessed with such majestic verses.
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.l
I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.k