So Few
There are many things divine,
Some of them simple as sunshine,
Ocean a place so ecstatic and blue,
Yet skimming and diving in it, so few!
Many are a moment's that make us all,
Some are simple and more not so,
Living and dreaming are just a clue,
Perceiving the bigger, so few!
So many friends and few foe,
With many pieces yet to sow,
Wonder why some stayed, many flew,
Yet right here is a pack, like so few!
Be a lion don't mew,
As you age more you chew,
Sink that what must, take your due,
World would've lost a while back,
Honour the might of so few!
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