Things Beautiful

Why do we make things beautiful, or try?
For many, there’s an order they would make,
A moment’s kindness for the heart and eye,
Those ‘ultimates’ we do for their own sake;
The giving with no thought to have, or take.
But where the profit lies, some never see,
For disconnected men feel artlessly.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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