just a poem about writing and my love for my native language.
I will never give up my passion for the english language.
I may languish in the hades of the disadvantaged
meditating long on medieval torture tactics
trying to find sanity amongst feudalistic martial artist
feeling compartmentalized amongst the downtrodden
stripped of vanity yet
I will never give up my passion for the English language.
I may deal with questions about my sanity
quote Ecclesiastes chapter seven verse seven reprimandedly
whine about the fate my choices have handed me
yet I will never give up my passion for the english language.
bills may be mismanaged
free trips to Rio De Janeiro may vanish
arabic transliterations of the Holy Quran in greek alphabet text
may become companions
swahili and spanish may create thought provoking challenges
I may enjoy the journey into etymology and speak of it quite candidly
but I will never give up my passion for the english language!