After decades of wedded history,
You know dear, truth has dawned on me:
Easier giving shoulder to a hill,
To move it, hoist it at one's whimsy will;
But hard, too hard to change the mind
Of one that has made up his mind!
If moved, a hill stays moved, minds never will.
And men dye-hard, stay dyed in one season,
Anything else to them seems like treason.
If one were to work hard with a mute wall,
It may pay off one day no small,
It may respond with return call,
If reasoned, it may see the reason,
Not men, out to commit their treason.
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Sonnets | 02.05.2017 |
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