For lack of anything to do, And want to change that aspect, I went to meet the town that Has me in its devil's fold of promises. Grouped as individuals all are here, Here in place I devote most of day. That's really all a town is, anyway. It has all that a town could want Of its inhabitants, attending all as members -- Athletes, scholars, even few producers, And of course, the business people that Insist on money changing hands smoothly And continuously all throughout the day. Never has a town been so short-lived and Yet eternal as my own particular abode. All that lasts of greatest spires and Shining towers is a cluster of three edifices, Leaning squat against a blue-gray sky Where I go to be a part of life, A life short-lived, again, as time has proved To me and and others come before, who moved A long way, gone some time ago, and so I'll never see them in that town again, Where some have come to open minds, Or just because some Powers told them to. Whatever is the reason, cause irrelevant After arrival commits townsman into Mingling his life with those around him, so The pool can form by which the commoner Draws learning, adding his vitality to Most beneficent pool, and most prodigious town. But then, as all things seem so apt to do, The town shuts down its stores of wisdom, Watching sadly, silent, as the energy departs Along with people, the core of what towns are, A town that even Plato could not hope To save, for all his knowledge, from Wasted, slowed-down death, and fade away. Then, when piteous perishment becomes too much, A spark rings out of morning dew To light the torches of the town And begin anew. Towns like this will live and die throughout The pass of time, saving waits for immigrants, Sailing past a sea of ignorance to swim In town's great pool, where life is found With death, and sometimes love, but always Hate and strife, a company to me for all my life, Even beyond the day that I shall leave the town While watching its descent to death in my broad wake. It will live again when dawn breaks.
Reason for writing:
I felt the need to explain school as something other than a pain in the butt. <grin>
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