Following daily such a dread- ful trade to earn a living, With every second on that cliff So cruel and unforgiving, Is fine - as long as no one comes And asks us what we do there... We'd have to say, Without our toil, Just who would know it grew there?
Sorry i've been dead recently, and haven't posted much...school and life and breathing got in the way. xoxo
Creatures of a day! What is a man? What is he not? A dream of a shadow Is our mortal being. But when there comes to men A gleam of splendour given of Heaven, Then rests on them a light of glory And blessed are their days. -Pindar