I am noting compared to the sageful bards,
No more respect will I get than the wizards.
What am I
But a youthful fool?
I know little of what I say,
What is there I get in a day?
Time is temporal,
While others eternal
We learn Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Milton;
Up to Blake, Wordsworth, and Byron.
Understand that victorian spirit.
Memorize it all,
Comprehend it all.
My passion born in the early era,
Inspirated by the Romantic era,
Questions bloom in Victorian spring;
Preceeding past makes the present.
Yet one day, the present,
Will become the past.
Listen to the voices,
Hidden in the lines.
It'll be too late to study as the past,
When we, the present, the temporal,
Have much to say in poems and all.
-April 30, 2003
