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Last Windmill Tilting
Is truth that important,
or ignorance bliss
Your place on the Ferris Wheel,
roundly dismissed
What first must go up,
by law to come down
Gravity's joke,
if not Heaven bound
The yes from the no,
the right from the wrong
The good from the bad,
the weak from the strong
A circular stage
on which we perform
Whose show must go on,
to laud or to scorn
But why do we wonder
and worry about
A dogmatic treatise,
that one we can shout
The flow is unending,
catching all in its path
A current that's ridden
by yacht and by raft
The proof's in the pudding,
the cook still unnamed
Whose recipe seasoned,
to praise or to blame
One thing to be certain,
these words are not true
But then they're not false,
something old-something new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
or ignorance bliss
Your place on the Ferris Wheel,
roundly dismissed
What first must go up,
by law to come down
Gravity's joke,
if not Heaven bound
The yes from the no,
the right from the wrong
The good from the bad,
the weak from the strong
A circular stage
on which we perform
Whose show must go on,
to laud or to scorn
But why do we wonder
and worry about
A dogmatic treatise,
that one we can shout
The flow is unending,
catching all in its path
A current that's ridden
by yacht and by raft
The proof's in the pudding,
the cook still unnamed
Whose recipe seasoned,
to praise or to blame
One thing to be certain,
these words are not true
But then they're not false,
something old-something new
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
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Last Windmill Tilting
Last Windmill Tilting
