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“I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
  I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
  I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
  Or driven to its knees”
    ~ Paul Simon, “American Tune” from the album There Goes Rhymin’ Simon (1973)

The prophets of old
Witnesses of visions profound
Bringers of healings made famous
Hearers of the divine voice
Not audible to us
Know the powerful isn’t for us

The professors with lists of diplomas
Creators of inspired works
Developers of impressive theories
Inventors of the universe
Not comprehensible to us
Know the great isn’t for us

The bards who penned the verses
Recited for all time
Revered in all languages
Recounted by all voices
In song out of reach to us
Know the meaningful isn’t for us

The bold who rescued the damsels
Passionate traversers of hill and dale
Cherished by comrades
Feared by enemies
Their museum-piece armor untouchable to us
Know the romantic isn’t for us

Those who shared their all
Met with smiles every day
Glad and graceful in conversation
Never drifting apart
Unlike us
Know true love isn’t for us

Thanks always returns

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