Friday, January 18, 2008


Aspiring to be wise, we but aspire;
Who says we can find wisdom is a liar,
For there’s no end to fallibility,
The curse that’s plagued us throughout history.

To say a New Age beckons from ahead,
A time when all are healthy and well fed,
When we live peacefully and undefiled,
Is to ignore that at our core we’re wild.

Perhaps a few enlightened souls have freed
Themselves from envy, anger, pride and greed,
From gluttony and lechery, as well,
But have you met one yet yourself, pray tell?

Who says this Earth will turn to Paradise
Is either blissfully obtuse or lies.