Little did we know that bugs
Would come to rule the internets;
But now the tubes are clogged, and rubes
Buy bandwidth from the vipers' nests.
Do those who sang, and those who sighed,
Do those who merely cursed the times,
Share the same path? They all slide
Down steeps slopes of time. The Norns
Weave, and unweave the webs of fate.
Those who curse are different than
The one who sing, who celebrate
The chorus of mankind. Amen.
Your poetry sings, Will, as does your beautiful spirit. May the Norns weave for you a worthy fate. It ain't over till it's over, dear pal. With love and admiration, always, Esther
The present, the past. Intellect and emotion. Fate and facts. Another intelligent and beautiful poem from you Mr Barber with a clever title. You always sum up what is human and what is not Wishing you joy of course Pia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem, my friend...a 10 from me