To write everything down, for next generations to read
To develop a skill, which makes it livelier to others
Many of whom I will never find an opportunity to be with together
Under the sun, just one day to dine and feed
As we write these poems, so will we be planting our seed
To be read by many to come besides my brother
To be shared by lovers between one another
Yes our work is not in vain, they will read.
Others will say lies when others say great things
Yet though I wish to be better than this,
I will, as a moth never those bright stars kiss
Or even have an opportunity to feast with priest and kings
Yet it is greater love to write to the greater world
Greater love which I can treasure more as gold
