shereen
07-05-2007, 10:21 PM
Poem to Ponder
A flickering candle sometimes the wit
Its corners, lit with light, occasionally dimmed
Not by wind, time or force
But by the growth of sullen* shadows
Of these which we speak
Grave Dullness is one
Withstanding pointless shows, speeches and songs
Blunting the senses confusing rights with wrongs
Another is blind Acquiescence*
Weary of freedom afraid of independence
Calling for causes unknown marching in flocks to condone
Those with opinions other than their own
Luxurious Idleness proceeds
When no purposes the mind conceives
Spends time casually away from prayer, study or work
Emerges in the end dubious*, dull-witted or broke
:roll:
sullen:gloomy
Acquiescence:accepting something without argument
dubious:doubtful
A flickering candle sometimes the wit
Its corners, lit with light, occasionally dimmed
Not by wind, time or force
But by the growth of sullen* shadows
Of these which we speak
Grave Dullness is one
Withstanding pointless shows, speeches and songs
Blunting the senses confusing rights with wrongs
Another is blind Acquiescence*
Weary of freedom afraid of independence
Calling for causes unknown marching in flocks to condone
Those with opinions other than their own
Luxurious Idleness proceeds
When no purposes the mind conceives
Spends time casually away from prayer, study or work
Emerges in the end dubious*, dull-witted or broke
:roll:
sullen:gloomy
Acquiescence:accepting something without argument
dubious:doubtful