Brilliance here I cannot write,
because … [A pause] ... I'm not that bright,
but brilliant thoughts are present, right
where there is a brilliant light
that shines divinely, like a white
star. They are your thoughts, and I might
shout about them from some great height,
but brilliant thoughts are present, right
where there is a brilliant light
that shines divinely, like a white
star. They are your thoughts, and I might
shout about them from some great height,
or write a rhyme worthy of your cite,
because … [ B pause] … I’m not that bright.
just wondering where care is sent
when someone cares enough to cast
their cares away like this, the last
and final time a rhyme I write
will grace this space amidst these bright
and shining faces, Noms du plum,
wits with promise in this room,
this group, this troupe of bon vivants
and ne'er do wells, who spell their taunts
and praise to raise the banner high
for those who'd write, or even try
to say something; use care-filled words
to make their sounds profoundly heard;
who'd pass along their songs and thought
to where such songs and thoughts are sought.
I'm running out of time and space,
so carefully I leave this place
when someone cares enough to cast
their cares away like this, the last
and final time a rhyme I write
will grace this space amidst these bright
and shining faces, Noms du plum,
wits with promise in this room,
this group, this troupe of bon vivants
and ne'er do wells, who spell their taunts
and praise to raise the banner high
for those who'd write, or even try
to say something; use care-filled words
to make their sounds profoundly heard;
who'd pass along their songs and thought
to where such songs and thoughts are sought.
I'm running out of time and space,
so carefully I leave this place
to you who would continue on
with words, after mine are long gone.