'Pen'sive
"Mightier than the sword he is"
They said this about me
The praise so lavishly showered
My purpose would fill me with glee.
Yet, here I remain inside the folded book
As lecture after lecture I hear
No notes taken, no wisdom passed
The page remains blank as ever.
To the dust, they now crumble
The high-handed dreams that I saw
As the only thing I ever seem to do
Are the senseless doodles I draw.
But once in a while it happens (as now)
A ray of hope emerges
Some words I write, some words I rhyme
And a sense of happiness surges.
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