December has gone, long ago, and I am alone once more because you have turned…
My Insignificance – a poem
The Sun rises
every morning in the east
but not for me alone!
Gods have vanished
from the earth long long ago – far from mankind
but not just because of me they’re gone!
Scholars are born
and so are the fools every day
but no bills to me are shown!
To many a battle
I have been with my sword and shield
but some are lost and some won!
Why and what do I boast?
My insignificance should be the mirror.
The “nations are but dust on the scales of God”; apart from Him how much are we worth?