we've been in a hot persuit with sorrow, tempted death with playful beckons, not fearing of tomorrow, as we instigated war between angels and demons, then compared pumpkins with melons, the art of a dedicated farmer, who only begged for his seeds to grow, day in day out during summer, we scampered at the beach then ended in the dhow, the consquence of a missing skill, then some of us wept under the moonlight, with brokenhearts that never heal, i remember i was hounded by a fright, as i read the 4th line of this poem, something beyond my physical potential, a performance you cant even mime, then politics, business and anything commercial, a mere embarassment, traders were mean, and just to rest the case, 2013 is over, we have mobilized better schemes for 2014, we are the movers and shakers.