Monday, 9 June 2014

Why let a glitterier go?


A day in the past, I recall,
Nineteenth of third it was,
But of twelve of twenty thousands
The day of union and thus,
Begin the journey of miles ahead
A point in time, said you
‘A jerk existed, make me feel miserable’
‘And?  ’ further it went
‘Trash, he met fate of!’
A hearty laugh it exploded.
Hence I ponder, not so far,
But to this day,
Was one imprudent for one to let it go?
The most dearly glittering thing to pass by
Hard I work, never let a day go
Without it to pass through,
But never I glimpsed a part of it
And oh, how you let it go
From the tips of your fingers?

how did it happen?

It had been a dull day
With nothing for me to do.
I sat there, self conscious, as others did
But then he had to come and ask
“Can I sit here?”
Remarkable he was
As his stories unfolded,
Of his survival-the accidents and death
And with that earned him another name.
Not more than a month passed
There came in two other idiots to join-
One had been devoted to shyness
For he talked less and worked more
And prayed like a monk
But at heart, had gold  
And another, much the opposite.
He cracked but jokes, of sofy,
Seven bananas and a monkey
But dear, he entertained.
Still we had another, one so peculiar
For he stood in the corner
And produced the weirdest sound,
And metal from him stood in the middle of the class
To which we looked and laughed.
Oh, well. They had been dear.
Thus, it started, the journey together
Into another year of learning, to turn the stone unturned
And to reach the other side.