My friend wrote consistently poem for each day until he had 365 for the year 2018, a task he undertook. I looked for a way of celebrating this and penned this few lines for him. Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu , this is my laurel wreath for your poetic head, do sir, wear it. Congrats! - Nnamdi Elekwachi Annus Mirabilis (For Stefn ) A twelvemonth unfurled Just as the challenge did unfold Year and task before our eyes fall He took up the gauntlet A poor bard, drawn in an epic for Three-sixty-five-one-quarter days Armed with only muse and pen A prisoner of his mind That torturer that had him racing On the flabby feathers of hope A flight and sojourn of the willing That landed him to "I made it!" Brevity it takes to pledge Greater brevity lies in daring But to do is brevity at best Ages and men passing may forget Might they a feat this noble? A daily goer of life who led it Like eternal lines printed on Marbled consciences When modernity exhu...