A Poem to the Others
He drinks from the well of Infinte Wisdom,
his cup no larger than his hand.
Sip, sip, sip, he goes, exploring this new and unfathomable land.
“Hello, my friends, far back and far forward,
“Do not worry for me; I see you, and you see me.
“And together we are all free.
“For my brothers and sisters and everything in between,
do not fear and do not be mean, there is water a plenty–so don’t you dare leave this scene.
“There is much to be done and fun to be had,
so remember, be thankful and, most of all, be glad.”