NO DIFF’RENCE SEE
Upon reading some old masters BLOGGED May 9, 2022
BLU MIN I COMP OF MAR 28-22 –
H. W. Bryce
The poor, the rich, the tattered bum,
All pray to their God, they dream of sons,
To have and teach their sums,
To have in age to soothe them with their drums.
The merchant, priest, the everyman
All strive to make their future grand,
To spread the load, to share the gold,
To try to fill the Master’s mould.
Alas, poor struggling merely man
Thinks he’s ever so greatly grand,
Projecting himself the world his image own,
But in the effort, his cover’s blown.
And in the end, these dreamful men
Must share their world with the females, then
And see the Other as the Others sees,
And in the end, no diff’rence see.
And then together work as always was
The great intention of creation’s cause,
To work as one to cure Man’s fatal flaw,
To mould Mankind in Universal Law.
