Random I

Poems I used to write,
slowly has dimmed light.
I, along, may have flight,
yet it shone no of bright.

Genius dig my frozen temple,
find wisdom once sat ample.
Long since been this sample-
of thoughts- some seem to trample.

Whilst curse amids the part,
fear not of its genuine art.
Lessons, itself shall impart,
through path where to start.