Why let a glitterier go?

                                                         

A day in the past, I recall,

Nineteenth of third it was,

But of twelve of twenty thousands

The day of union and thus,

Begin the journey of miles ahead

A point in time, said you

‘A jerk existed, make me feel miserable’

‘And?  ’ further it went

‘Trash, he met fate of!’

A hearty laugh it exploded.

Hence I ponder, not so far,

But to this day,

Was one imprudent for one to let it go?

The most dearly glittering thing to pass by

Hard I work, never let a day go

Without it to pass through,

But never I glimpsed a part of it

And oh, how you let it go

From the tips of your fingers?

how did it happen?

It had been a dull day

With nothing for me to do.

I sat there, self conscious, as others did

But then he had to come and ask

“Can I sit here?”

Remarkable he was

As his stories unfolded,

Of his survival-the accidents and death

And with that earned him another name.

Not more than a month passed

There came in two other idiots to join-

One had been devoted to shyness

For he talked less and worked more

And prayed like a monk

But at heart, had gold  

And another, much the opposite.

He cracked but jokes, of sofy,

Seven bananas and a monkey

But dear, he entertained.

Still we had another, one so peculiar

For he stood in the corner

And produced the weirdest sound,

And metal from him stood in the middle of the class

To which we looked and laughed.

Oh, well. They had been dear.

Thus, it started, the journey together

Into another year of learning, to turn the stone unturned

And to reach the other side.