What a strenuous labor here, <br />to such a friend and roomate dear, <br />not function, ephemeral, <br />don't cry stay there sull. <br />You're my ally, my only prox, <br />to share with the world, my foul fox, <br />For indeed how could you be anything else, <br />you clever, dastardly, made from the fells. <br /> <br />How dare you steal into the night, <br />with my torches, burning bright. <br />My only lamp in this dark world to see, <br />hath you taken in your moment of glee. <br />Never to myself did I contrive, <br />that from me my traitor would derive, <br />a ponderous wisp of times long past, <br />here in a flash and gone so fast. <br /> <br />It seems from me, a philosoph, <br />doth spring my vitae, my vital stuff.<br /><br />Kevin Maroney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separated-by-real-philosophy/
