THEY SWAY BEYOND TIME’S HORIZON

All that, we observe, 

Through our, physical eyes;

And, all that, we experience,

Through our, magnificent mind, and, sensitive senses;

The grandiose gold, that,

We grabbed and gathered;

And the garrulous glory, that,

We, gigantically and hugely, heaped up;

All our base, and bastardly boast,

Of all the arrogant affluence, and puerile power;

Which are, either erroneously earned,

In tricky and wicked ways,

Or, are the legacies,

Surmounted on someone’s, stake and skeleton.

All these, fake and futile, indignities,

Are rather, feebly impermanent,

And, terribly transient;

With loathsome luster and troublesome texture.

Those who, despite all temporal glories,

With paramount, and profound, mundane power;

And never, foolishly fret, and sardonically strut;

Though, surrounded by, lambasting lust;

And endowed of, cankerous, and capricious luxuries.

Those, who dwell alike,

In palace and poverty;

Without a bit, excuse and explain;

In all state, and standard of life,

They do comfortably, and naturally remain;

And are ever prone, to sacrifice,

All their successes;

For the sake of, short and simple smile,

Of those,

Who never happened, to have it.

Those, who can remain detached, and unaffected,

Despite lavishing power, prosperity and glory;

In the perishable, and fragile world,

They sway beyond time’s horizon.