before I start this, lemme tell you, I have'nt copied it from newhere as ppl end up critcising it. its 100% original...only the 1st phrase was inspired frm somewhere(i dont remember, its very old) its one of my favourites I've eva penned. I love it cuz its very encouraging. From the cradle to the grave, Be the winter very rave, Ratty a soul not I have, Which in no time shall bereave. It's not the end, 'thas just begun, That game you lost, and you have to rewin. Dekk' through the souls of the past, That often through their shadows cast, The ray, a slit, pours in the life of agony; Lone pleasures are only a rife. Heart's a lion in a cage, Bearing a mark of hermitage. Can catch its prey, though old in age; Though old in age, the old can rise, The sage in the Lion can be the wise. Its that the wise, the soul that dares, To know what we do, with a little care; Then ends the old age; And man sums the Lion and the Sage. temme how'd u like it??