A Cynicism
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Title
A Cynicism
Description
A friend in need? Ah, yes - I know - you mean,
My boy, that something which all men have sought
In one way or another: still, they've caught
It not. A phantom's fitting form you've seen,
Some sad, wild Winter's night, when you have been
Your shins a toasting 'fore the grate in thought
That's all. Our friends, the wisest men have taught
And proved it true, are hungry, lank and lean
I would, like you, but wish it otherwise:
But what's the use in chasing rainbow ends?
The pot of gold is never found, you know
The why. I love to sit and close my eyes,
As you, and dream; but dreams are dreams, life lends
The truth of life, all else is melting snow.
My boy, that something which all men have sought
In one way or another: still, they've caught
It not. A phantom's fitting form you've seen,
Some sad, wild Winter's night, when you have been
Your shins a toasting 'fore the grate in thought
That's all. Our friends, the wisest men have taught
And proved it true, are hungry, lank and lean
I would, like you, but wish it otherwise:
But what's the use in chasing rainbow ends?
The pot of gold is never found, you know
The why. I love to sit and close my eyes,
As you, and dream; but dreams are dreams, life lends
The truth of life, all else is melting snow.
Creator
W.H.A. Moore
Source
4:20, p. 2
Date
1891.02.07
Collection
Citation
W.H.A. Moore, “A Cynicism,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/507.
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