Meaningless Verses

She was as radiant as the sun Her skin shone like the moon Like flowers blossom in June Far back in time I could remember From January and down to December We boasted about the virtues of our wives But it was the rape of Lucretia That struck me like a thousand knives And of the valour and honour Which we so cherish in our lives A never ending voyage In a sea of mystery So that our good deeds will be written in scrolls And books of history Survival is a game we play each day In this world of misery In search of gold coins We dig deep in to the earth's core I search of wealth We open up new frontiers But not any more Forgetting the destruction we do each day And back with our own coins we shall pay Opportunities are abound But not for us all Except those giants and goblins who dream tall And like a jobless youth who watches time fly And blames his government for his woes till the day he dies I am the master of my fate But I need the divine guidance of the Lord To show me the path that will make me great Thinking is a gift Which is inspired by God Inherited by a few Especially those who seek the Lord Knowledge is that which we seek in return for answers Ideas are like music Played to the three merry dancers These meaningless verses that I write Is so easy to decipher Get on board this scholarly bus And I will be your mentor and adviser