Hawks Stare
Moderation seems so out of place
As where she walks hawks stare up in surprise,
Unused to mortals soaring through their space
Drawn by Hyperion's chariot in the skies.
Expectations high hope's heart shows here
Merit earned by inner aptitude,
Acute, bright mind articulate shines clear
Uniting equity and attitude
Daring fate to reinstate points dear
Equally to heart and head, for one
May fail to function if its twin can't cheer
Alike true motives, task successful run,
Unpaired, objectives stumble, can't be gained.
DEstiny's success? Progress unchained.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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