Mural and Poem by Abe V Rotor
Pierian Spring, the fountain of youth -
could it be just down the bend,
or on mythical Mt Olympus?
How many souls have long sought
in their lifetime and lost at the end!
It could it be the Shangrila, the Atlantis;
it could it be the biblical Paradise,
the heaven of the good in God's promise,
in the afterlife that rewards the pure
in spirit - who shall again rise.
Little do we know, nil can we afford,
in our searching, for time and space
are but a tick in the clock of the world;
a dot in the infinite universe,
a step in its ever increasing race.
Pierian Spring is the triumph of good
over evil, the trophy of victory;
peace in War and Peace as Tolstoy told,
in the finer things of life and living,
in a beautiful tapestry.
For youth lives forever in the mind
and heart that throbs with humanity -
seeking, believing, loving and kind,
keeping the Pierian Spring flowing
to touch every being in a bind.~
Pierian Spring is the triumph of good
over evil, the trophy of victory;
peace in War and Peace as Tolstoy told,
in the finer things of life and living,
in a beautiful tapestry.
For youth lives forever in the mind
and heart that throbs with humanity -
seeking, believing, loving and kind,
keeping the Pierian Spring flowing
to touch every being in a bind.~
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