One man cannot serve two masters;
his humility errs in vain
to say the good he so honors
cannot be marred by mortal stain.
Who is the master? Who the voice
that does foretell the final choice?
When all goods deeds to be punished
receive the penalty they wished,
does sadness not mingle with pride
as the father weeps for the child
that he too soon sent to the wild?
It's from ourselves we cannot hide
once right and wrong have been instilled,
no matter how our minds be skilled.
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Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
PoetryEvery Monday at http://wondertalesprovidence.blogspot.com I post a reaction to an episode from Star Trek: The Original Series. Thematically inspired by certain episodes, some posts have verses which I have adapted into a series of Pushkin sonnets. E...
