I forged my first poem at the age of 20, thinking at the time I would make a dent in this world. Hah, but I applaud my young bravado. It sounds a little sing song but here goes:
History listens to a valiant cry – men like Caesar never die – such men know not death – for the wind echoes with their immortal breath.
Plato and Byron – you are not gone – before me you came – and after me you shall live on.
Javelins through time – piercing generations – you are the heroes of a thousand nations.
Fly your chariots low in the sky – and listen – for in my voice – you will hear the immortal cry.