Pathways to Success

Lasting arts

Consider: you or I may lose quite all we count our own.
We’re then as naked as we came.
Even accolades and pride at triumphs past
Are fickle in the light of surfacing mortality.

What lasting edifice can warrant hope?
What labour shall we yoke to the remaining years?
Since all the heavens and this earth dissolve
With time, shall we not search

For Indissolubility?

[ pre-publication draft. —r.p. ]