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VIII - So Stars and Men
by Austin Halling-RoweAll things are just as they should be.
Care not how your life plays out;
Pray not for happiness for you or for me,
For heaven is deaf to prayers without doubt.
Our lives course on and fill all voids,
Left blank by that hopeful lot,
Who danced and cried for joys
Gained and lost, gained and lost.
All things are exactly as they must be.
And all eyes are wet and hopes taken,
And dreams spoil'd by defiance' seed--
Hearts and minds go on foresaken.
So stars and men the same this way,
All players on a blackened stage. 02/24/2011 Posted on 02/24/2011
Copyright © 2025 Austin Halling-Rowe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/24/11 at 03:24 PM There's a wonderful, aged insight to this. It might be in the language itself, but I honestly can't be sure where that feeling comes from. In any case I love this. The last two lines are flawless. |
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