I'm on poetry.com.. Entered 3 poems. Hope to get at least one of them reviewed. Its when you mingle with people who are interested in the same things that you find out how much you don't know. Its no use being the 'best' among those who haven't a clue cos it won't do you any good. You'll never improve, except maybe on confidence. But it'll be false confidence.

For example, I played soccer with a bunch of indonesians downstairs just now. Whats the use of being the best among them? Honestly, they sucked. But I'm not being proud here and I'm not suggesting that I should have a mentality of elitism. I'm saying if you want to know where you stand and seek to improve yourself, look upwards.

::: Poem of the Day :::
"When You Are Old "

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

by W. B. Yeats