Dani the Poet

There was this one time, in 2000, when I wrote a poem.

It was a sonnet. I waxed rhapsodic about how I wanted to live in the days of "yore," when people wore pretty dresses and rode around in carriages and didn't have to go to stupid high school and write stupid poems.



It was not the most well researched poem ever written.

But sometimes, at the oddest moments, the closing couplet pops into my head:

"But those times have passed, as all times must pass,
with only the good things recalled at last."

SO GOOD and SO WISE, right? Every time I think of those lines, I give myself a little pat on the bat and smirk at the rest of the world, full of people who are not as good at poetry as I am.