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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Beggar

He knocks on doors, yet none swing wide,
His name, a whisper the wind won't ride.
His kin, once warm, now turn away,
As though his presence brings decay.

A beggar not for bread, but grace,
Yet every handshake finds no place.
Smiles that once would light his way
Now dim and falter, fade to grey.

He toils beneath the same bright sun,
Yet praise and kindness—he has none.
His heart still beats, his soul still dreams,
But wealthless hands hold silent screams.

He speaks, yet silence swallows whole,
A ghost that walks, yet none console.
For love, for kin, for friends he pleads,
Yet silver weighs the world’s decrees.

And so he wanders, lone and grim,
Not for his faults—but lack of him.

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