This fine young brood, the native athletes have arrived
We rise, we rise!
To justify great minds and the since forgotten dreamers
Have we arrogance enough to stand, hands clasped
or are we yet more stepping stones for thought?
We tip-tap diagnostic prose on angelic keys
and work as a unit to enrich newer minds
Before we too retreat to darker corners
And I too saunter with relative pace
and catch your casual eye
Struggling to conclude its motive
and hoping to embrace the future.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
This fine young brood, the native athletes have arrived
We rise, we rise!
To justify great minds and the since forgotten dreamers
Have we arrogance enough to stand, hands clasped
or are we yet more stepping stones for thought?
We tip-tap diagnostic prose on angelic keys
and work as a unit to enrich newer minds
Before we too retreat to darker corners
And I too saunter with relative pace
and catch your casual eye
Struggling to conclude its motive
and hoping to embrace the future.
Happy birthday Walt Whitman.
