i found an ancient tome today, <br />of far more ancient poetry. <br />the book of poems, itself, <br />was twice as old as i will live to be. <br /> <br />each entry was anonymous <br />and fashioned in a form of rhyme <br />uncommon unto most of us; <br />tho passions then, unchanged with time <br /> <br />were much the same as now, it seems. <br />the love and loss, the joy or rage <br />at life's debris, the longing, hopes and dreams <br />recorded on the page; <br /> <br />so much the same, that thought of time <br />collapsed, - unneeded vanity -. <br />suffice this evidence in rhyme, <br />how seamless our humanity.<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-found-an-ancient-tome/
