Great men and despised slaves <br />All close their eyes <br />And bid farewell to tender sunsets <br />And the glorious sunrise, <br />Neither the great nor the insignificant <br />Are eternal, everlasting. <br />The best a poet can do <br />Is weep beautiful tears <br />In the midst of ephemeral life <br />Colored in hues of joy and sadness <br />And then hope those tears <br />Fall upon a heart or a languishing flower.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-or-a-languishing-flower/
