•  Cyrano de Bergerac {by Edmond Rostand}

 

Lessons flow from Cyrano.

I would, I could be him.

He’d brook no blow from crass ego

from those who injured at a whim.

 

He’d draw his sword upon wrong word

to still the haughty tongue.

He’d state in rhyme what was the crime

and after the verse he stung.

 

Oh Cyrano! I do, like you,

for lines that flow within my heart.

You send a message to imbue

that bullies must not fear impart.

{But I use quill instead of swords,

and my poems fight now with words.}