April 6, 2020
By Michelle Garren Flye
Immortal words are hard to match.
Immortal actions impossible to catch.
Mere humans cannot hope to fight
What Gods defeat with a show of might.
Yet we plod on, we persist in trying.
Some may even come close to flying.
But most of us remain on the ground,
Our wings clipped, our feet earth-bound.
Do the Gods of Olympus laugh at our effort?
Do they snicker as we grovel in the dirt?
Or maybe some of them can’t help but admire
That rain and wind cannot defeat human fire.
Mortal deeds may be undone over time.
Statues fall, paintings fade, words fail to rhyme.
But persistence in spite of defeat impresses,
And that alone accounts for our successes.