Maiora Premunt

greater things
indeed are pressing

pain is but
another ingredient
of genius

sorrow is its song
lament its language

death its perfection
at the end is the
glory
of our redemption!

so cheer up!
Young man
grab the pain
take all the sorrow
it is all your gain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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