I’d rather deal in potential
And trade in possibility
Though hopes and dreams be slippery,
You may keep reality
I listen for the unspoken
I read between the lines
I see the writing on the wall
And write in silly rhymes
I dine at a fool’s table
At a castle in the air
Cast my bread upon the waters
While whistling in the wind
You may think this philosophy
Is folly twaddle and foppery
That one cannot live on poppycock
It will surely come to tommy rot.
But the earthbound soul takes flight in faith
Believing in things unseen
The darkly glass elucidates
The facts that were so mean.
You can creep to your confessional
Clanging tinkling bells and linking rings
I’ll leap into my passional
Joyful in my childish things.
LMM 10-7-11