If I must choose between saving the world
and not being an asshole,
I will save the world.
But the chances
I’ll save the world solo
are infinitesimally minuscule,
And an asshole
that saves the world
is still an asshole.
The wisdom of “this, too, shall pass” has not passed.
Those who are reckless
Rarely end wreckless;
Those who are careful
Often end cared for.
But the dance
Before the crash
Warms the blood
And stirs the soul.
And the cautious man
Is the forgotten man.
It’s possible,
Pig,
That you know
When Edgar visits
Pancakes and toast
Are off the menu.
It’s conceivable,
You miserable, vomitous mass,
That you know
Shaking brooms and
Golden eggs
Are rituals of love.
And that to the pain
Is the inevitable end.
But perhaps
We have the strength
To stand together
After all.
When I was young
I chased their gossamer wings
Now I sit still
And they come lie with me
A. B. Clarke 