you meet the piping birdies high aloft
and do not feel the need to say a name
while dancers still wheel in the undercroft
the stars sent messages at which we scoffed
thinking that soon we'd have glory and fame
you meet the piping birdies high aloft
singers at distance seem both warm and soft
all of our hopes are shown as weak and tame
while dancers still wheel in the undercroft
others now wear the hats which we have doffed
as each of us now runs away in shame
you meet the piping birdies high aloft
you said it once and we have said it oft
but while we listen no one lights the flame
while dancers still wheel in the undercroft
the last parader his last word has coughed
and all the while you want to spread the blame
you meet the piping birdies high aloft
while dancers still wheel in the undercroft
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
26 February 2008
not so still centre
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