Friday 13 July 2018

Lessons for Life - A Poem

The corridors echo not with footsteps but
With whispers, faint-ephemeral, tenuous,
People long gone, not dead but gone out 
Of time, detractors, mockers and schemers.

One that played a game of intrigue and
Laughed behind backs, in turn tasting his
Own defeat, a farewell ending in ignominy
Told to get out of what was once his office!

Another had a throne and kingdom, but
Was greedy for favours & commissions 
 Toppled after the  inquisition forced him
To flee  lest  shame be heaped on him

A doctor he was, not a healer of wounded
Souls, but a scourge, to strike terror into
Kindred men, reduced into a sprite, pride
Long gone, holding on to life with medicines.

She was full of art, to make fun of others was
Her strength clever schemer, mistress of
Malice . Toxic doses she fed, to remove all
Opposition was her forte e'en as she smiled.

But, alas, all that remains are empty echoes,faint
 In the corridor, of those that once were, but exist
No longer, alive, but gone out of time, dim shadows,
Faded tendrils of memory, ephemeral and tenuous!

It saddens to wake, remember those that longer exist.
Surely they made life so more exciting even as they
Plotted and schemed to achieve their goals. I once
Knew them, wonder how they might be if they were.

All that remains of them are echoes in the corridors
Of time, whispers that echo, faint, ephemeral, toxicity
Dulled by time, long past, faded memories, of those
That plotted and planned, schemers and detractors!

Herein lies a tribute to all the detractors, toxic people,
Those that made one strong, teachers of the best kind,
Who In their enthusiasm built up character, grit,and 
Patience,  lessons for life that built character for all!




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