One’s thoughts spread, not on their merits alone,
But on one’s skill to perpetuate them.
Men grew great for their skill in perpetuation,
Rather than for the merits their thoughts hold
07.02.2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dig it. In life we are all in sales. When we sell ourselves for a job or we meet our significant other. We peddle paper or guns or love. Or Peace. We are always selling. I dig it.