May I never let you down, you who wear the crown.
Shall the mighty all fall down?
I cannot wait but it appears I must.
False dreams turn to dust.
Of dust we are told we are made.
So is a heavenly glade.
What is the spirit that imbues all things?
Ask peasants, not kings.
He who made all things.
So yes, he made me too.
We remake ourselves in his image or in the image of that other fellow.
If your back has a streak of yellow.
I like the song by Gilbert O’Sullivan, Get Down.
Was this circus made for this clown?
A smile is a frown turned upside down.
13th March, 2017