Smut for Sense

When in past days of lore – epoch of old
our world was puerile, tales would unfold.
The legends hewn, cut, molded through, and forged
for people knelt ‘round fires, braced from cold.

From minds of old and young, creation bent
to heroes sprung with powers from gods lent
for journeys, odysseys, of great import.
These epics, crafted o’er, became advent.

Then nation conquered nation, and with the fall,
recast or lost, old yarns were marred for all.
And so, initial chronicle was razed,
the maxims gone, with so few to recall.

Some proverbs have survived, some anecdotes,
some adages of whimsy and some quotes
are left for us to ponder. Now your test
of education, wisdom. Take Good Notes!