Even darkness must pass. A new day will come

Doing the right thing

Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie,
Dust unto dust—
The calm, sweet earth that mothers all who die
As all men must;

Mourn not your captive comrades who must dwell,
Too strong to strive—
Within each steel-bound coffin of a cell,
Buried alive;

Mourn not the tasks that you have failed before,
At least you gave your best—
Many a time things could have turned out better ,
Regrets will only make us stronger;

But rather mourn the apathetic throng,
The coward and the meek—
Who see the world’s great anguish and its wrong,
And dare not speak.

There is a hero in everyone of us. It keeps us honest, nice and gives us strength. Never suppress this heroic side in all of us. For this is what that makes us humans after all. So friends, always stand up for what you believe is right even when you know that the entire world is against you.

PS: Yes I came up with the short poem and this entire entry during work.

~Nil Sine Labore

posted by the man @ 10:44 AM