Ok, I never have been and never will be a poet. But this post, for some reason came out as a poem. I think of it as a kind of encryption. Maybe because these are somewhat private thoughts even if recognizable ones, and also maybe because I wanted it to be brief, it had to come out this way. Thank you for reading!
Faces and names, nations and fames
Matter over mind, in the old world
Races and games, further we part
The miseries I know, do consume your heart
We travel together, but the closer we get
The more you pine for an older time
The cream of the room, did cede his own
But I had no fear, to yield my soul
Trial by ire, trial by fire
We stand yet, with our own
I learnt from a child, to seek for more
And the thoughts that made, the men we are
I know the folly that broke a heart
Rue not the toil, for it was how we knew.