The thinker

Silver syllables spill slowly from the mind
Spelling words which wander wildly
Casting light and meaning; fleeting:
Lingering but briefly on a
picture painted while the moment passes
and the image fades.

Thought, sense and deep emotion
Of the time, deeds, the peace, the motion.
People caught in Life's destruction.
Birth, death, and rest and ruction.
There is the nub of all this thought:
That which is and that which ought
To be, but for our folly failing
And our senses sinking
Into the farce of fashion; merging
Like a mindless herd; stampeding
Into oblivion.



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