The Weight of Ages: Modern Sonnets - страница 4

Do we not trade a portion of our light,

For ease and comfort, fearlessly instead?

The human touch, the flaw, the gentle bend,

The spark of insight born of weary toil,

Are lost to seamless processes that lend

Efficiency, yet steal from fertile soil.

Automation's promise, bright and bold,

Leaves questions lingering: What price is sold?

In halls of thought, where knowledge softly gleams,

A student's mind, a garden yet to bloom,

With eager heart, it chases after dreams,

And banishes the shadows of the gloom.

The books piled high, a treasure to unfold,

Each page a step on pathways yet unknown,

With every lesson, stories to be told,

And seeds of wisdom carefully are sown.

Through weary nights and days of focused gaze,

The student strives to conquer every height,

To build a future bright in countless ways,

And banish doubt with understanding's light.

So, let us learn, with passion as our guide,

And let our knowledge be our endless pride.

The wrinkles etched, a map of years gone by,

Reflect in eyes that gleam with youthful fire.

One seeks the shore where memories gently lie,

The other burns with unspent, bold desire.

The aged hand, a steady, knowing guide,

Can offer wisdom earned through life's long test,

While youthful feet, on passion's surging tide,

Can leap and dance and put all dreams to test.

A fragile bond, a bridge across the years,

Where solace found and understanding grows.

The young find comfort, calming all their fears,

The old relive what time now gently shows.

So, let them meet, beneath the sun's warm grace,

And find in each a purpose and a place.

When shadows fall and doubts begin to rise,

And weary whispers try to steal my will,

I clench my fist and fix my gaze on skies,

Determined still, my purpose to fulfill.

Though stumbles mark the path I have to tread,

And burdens weigh upon my aching back,

No voice of fear can ever fill my head,

I will not break, I will not leave the track.

The storm may rage, the wind may fiercely blow,

My spirit stands, a beacon in the night,

For, in my heart, a burning ember glows,

A guiding star, a source of inner light.

So, let me strive, with courage as my guide,

Determination's strength, I will abide.

A gilded cage, a trophy on the shelf,

A fleeting fame, a momentary high,