Homage — a bow to the light —
The candle lit.
A head inclined — and thoughts are tight —
A humble street
I follow, walk — step, other step —
The words and life
Of those who had come and then left,
But fought the fight.
Against the world, against themselves —
Last is the first.
The lonely fight of the world within —
This one is hurt.
With feet on Earth they reached for Sky,
But something held
On every step of the ladder climbed —
Pain’s what they had
On their return to those below —
But something else:
The prize of Words, those which are glow
And will be heard.
We — by the gift they had bestowed —
Are getting rich,
But real knowledge — the lifelong fight —
We hide it deep.
Homage — a bow to the light —
The candle lit.
2013 - 2026
Homage
© Copyright: Саша Казаков, 2013
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