The Laborious Man...

For the grand body they toil, sweltered by the sun of daily labours. Of men, they are but fit for the dust, those industrious ways; and for what? None but the day, a night of but little sleep, and then back to those labours of freedom, this is reward of noble rank for those who toil long days amid the heat out along the the ditch bank. So long the years have swept, the many days of man; “For the Empire!!” this has ever been the call. The many stones, the bricks, and time withered slabs of marble and limestone; the fortress-palace, that paradise for the few, and the great wall all about the land…each has long defined its place within the Empire, as well required the toils, life, and limb of the laborious man.
So long the years have passed, those of man and woman; each striving for life and a better way, offering their children to the land; offering up their hand. ‘Tis the fortunes of old, those heritages and bloodlines, feeding the gathering fray. The grand empires that have stood, and stand; those of peace, or that stand upon other lands; each was given rise, by the hands of the meek, and the laborious man. Though gratuities that should, never find way to the masses; save it been those instances of quiet sleep, and a fulfilling meal; man has long stood the tests of time. Those empires stand high, lithic structures of old, and the rising tide of each nation’s people. As the grand seas and streams of men, each nation, begin to mingle; those ripples in time as men have drawn the lines. Each nation holds sway over the rivers and mind, extending as far as the river allows, followed by the mind.
For the grand body they toil, sweltered by the sun of daily labours. Of men, they are but fit for the dust, those industrious ways; and for what? None but the day, a night of but little sleep, and then back to those labours of freedom, this is reward of noble rank for those who toil long days amid the heat out along the the ditch bank.
T.O.W.

Re: The Laborious Man...

I love the classical style of it. As someone who actually works out in this sweltering heat all day, I appreciate it all the more. But Rome didn't build itself and without the work of many men we wouldn't have the beautiful monuments that we do. Work creates beauty creates fulfillment creates happiness creates peace. I wouldn't trade a moment of the hard work because it doesn't dictate the love inside and it has shaped who is wrapped around that love. Thank you for invoking the thoughts on this subject. Wonderfully written.