What a big difference a year makes
I wrote this poem over a year ago, shortly after the hardfork of Steemit, separating it into two communities Hive and Steemit.
Sadness, only sadness.
Madness, only madness.
Is it better to have Steemed and lost,
or to have never Steemed at all?
It will be a struggle to rise and meet the dawn.
A new age, a new future and new rules.
Yet some are joyful, and they can’t wait to race towards this new horizon.
They greet this HardFork like a beautiful rising sun.
But I do not feel their joy,
nor their happiness,
as I feel only sorrow.
and a deep sense of loss.
I know that the night is darkest right before the dawn,
but must those sad dark hours drag on for so long?
Sadness, only sadness.
Madness, only madness.
Gladness, where is my gladness?
I know it is better, to have Steemed and lost, then to never have Steemed at all.
But I only feel the sadness,
I only feel the madness,
When will I feel the gladness,
That others seem to feel?
Today I feel different emotions on this anniversary of sorts, and so I write this poem:
Hive is alive, a whole year has passed,
Hive did survive, and all goals, it surpassed.
Evolve did we, it was change or die,
Work did we, to make a better pie.
Serve did we, a slice to all,
Who lined up at the dawn, standing tall.
Risk did we take, to go down this road,
Dead could we be, from work overload.
Bees they say, work hard for their honey,
But you too see, we work hard for our money.
Happy is he, who works like a bee,
works all day, then sleeps in the hay.
Hard is the work, to come this way,
Difficult it is, to build a better day.
Brave are we, who followed this path,
Refreshed are we, like we just took a bath.
Bright is our future, like a single sun,
Many places can we go, and we don't have to run.
Proud are we now, like a runner wins a race.
Tall do we stand, on the step marked first place.
Glad am I now, that I followed my friends,
Hard was the journey, but we now near it's end.
Peace be with you, and also me,
Hive has brought us smiles and filled us with glee.