We enter life and thus inherit <br />The Kingdom of the human voice. <br />The Word is Word because we share it. <br />Wonder encourages our choice <br />To sort out life's conflicting data, <br />To come to terms with its traumata, <br />To shape ourselves to nothing less <br />Than reasoned self-forgetfulness. <br />For years we've traded rhyme and measure, <br />And if our poems are books today, <br />It is in hopes that others may <br />Take from them solace, sense, or pleasure, <br />Though years pass with their wonted speed <br />And though the times we shared recede.<br /><br />Timothy Steele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-vikram-seth/
