The Strength of Man

A self-indulgent exercise in proper poetic verse…this in iambic tetrameter, because I apparently can’t hack pentameter. 


The strength of man is not his hands,

But in the space within his mind.

Arrangements made, decisions found,

The substance of his mental ground.

These thoughts made deeds, ideas take shape

Through storms of doubt, convictions shaked.

The measure of his legacy,

Perceived by callous history,

The things he does, what he creates

Ever exist and not decay,

But added to along the way

With hope the sum can equate grace.


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