Like as heaven's golden eye
In all her timeless grandeur
Doth emanate to paint the sky
In polychromatic hues all o'er
At the break of dawn, so raced I
Briskly through woods of failure,
Yonder the mighty hill of success
That shimmered in the distance.
The closer I drew, the further the hill,
But despite the task seemed sisyphean,
Winds of hope came driving me still
Right through thorny thickets of men
That unto me said I'll never get uphill,
But though girthed with such ill omen,
I bore it in mind, at the end of day,
Even the sun fades into heaven's bay.
They tried to pull me down,
But, "giving up" ain't my name;
When at last I wore a golden crown,
They tumbled into a sea of shame
And there deep they didst drown
Till so soddened every part of them:
"For now every body knows my story,
I rest not till I behold clouds of glory."
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California, 8/4th/2019.
#Words Of Wisdom
P.S. Unto he who whose beams of hope are marred with clouds of despair.
The term sisyphean means: "Of a task never to be completed."
It's derived from Greek mythology, Sisyphus or Sisyphos was the king of Ephyra. He was punished for his self-aggrandizing craftiness and deceitfulness by being forced to roll an immense boulder up a hill only for it to roll down when it nears the top, repeating this action for eternity.