Circumstances

Ye unravel man as only you can, And force him to reflect, give him deep tan, Shape and sharpen and build from boy a man, Ye even out, trim rough verges of edge Awhile he adds up wise years to his age, And etch wrinkles of wisdom on visage, Much like spirals of age on a tree trunk— Ye ensure, lessons of lifetime have sunk, That he walks not a hollow chunk of hunk. Remember, never a man is Mute creature of circumstances, He's made when bends not on his knees. ___________________________________________________ Musings | 05.02.07 |