A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
I love the vivid life of winter months
In constant intercourse with human minds,
When every new experience is gain
And on all sides we feel the great world's heart;
The pulse and throb of life which makes us men!
He is dead, my beautiful, strong man!
A face seen passing in a crowded street,
A voice heard singing music, large and free;
And from that moment life is changed, and we
Become of more heroic temper, meet
To freely ask and give, a man complete
Radiant because of faith, we dare to be
What Nature meant us.
I love the earth
And all the gifts of her so lavish hand:
Sunshine and flowers, rivers and rushing winds,
Thick branches swaying in a winter storm,
And moonlight playing in a boat's wide wake;
But more than these, and much, ah, how much more,
I love the very human heart of man.
Guess I ain't made to hold a man.
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories