Wednesday, April 14, 2010


In a mad, mad world, can anyone be wise?
“Anxiety” was once our age’s name;
It’s now “The Age of Terror” that applies,
With nothing but insanity to blame.

If wisdom is such madness’ medicine,
An antidote to fallacy and folly,
To aberration’s Yang, a blissful Yin,
Then let us quickly grow both wise and jolly.

Would that it were so easy to achieve
Such sapience and prudence as we lack,
And yet we can’t begin till we believe
That eager searching can reveal the track.

Seek then, past wayward turpitude and lies,
The straight and narrow course of growing wise.