A bee went into
         an elephant's ear
         the creature was powerless
         and nothing it could do!

West: Expand

  Zen:   Diminish

This type of success
   is deplorable
   and worse than failure-
   it has no moral fibre!

The future
will be in my hands
as the past
and the present-

life can't insist
on its own way
I alone choose
how to stay

amid its vagaries
even in its darkest day
I don't succumb
I'll have my say-

time I'll tame
and keep it at bay
I'm my own conqueror
I'll do it my way.

Free lunch?
Of course
I'll go to my kitchen
nothing will it cost

Not yet, I'll not speak
   my words are still in hibernation
    they haven't ripened
    meantime,  I'll keep-

    the rose doesn't rush
    to bloom before its time
    the song to be sung
    must wait for the right rhyme-

   to you last summer
  my poem in praise
  I sent-- but you didn't reply
  though my tears had welled for many long days-

  autumn and winter will revisit once again
  perhaps my poem might then appeal to your heart
  my words then will find their fullest flowering
  every single one in love and devotion will impart

I can't be you
you can't be me
but we can come together
in mutual respect and dignity