The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left it's mark
That old perplexity an empty purse
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.
perfection of the life, or of the work
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left it's mark
That old perplexity an empty purse
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
nadya:
aww.. substance. awesome.
kundalini:
Another reminder of why I hate work. Why can't we do away with money and just barter for what we need? We all have talents and skills we'd be much happier doing... grrr...