ambiguity

Don’t Despair, Little Bear

“Don’t despair, little bear,”

I once was told,

“Don’t despair,

For you cannot change the world.

And what you may well want to do

You’ll find gets rather old.

And all your hopes, and all your fears,

Will dwindle

Into yesteryear,

And all the lights that shine so bright

Will dull as time goes by,

And you and I

Will drift apart, we might,

And maybe we will find at night

Jjust how cold the beach ccan lie

With no-one by your side.

But we shall still remain,

And all the faces on the street

Will forever stay the same,

And both stupidity

And genius

Will laugh as they call your name.

And maybe they will cry as well,

Afraid of what’s to come,

But that’s the same for all of us,

In future sense so dumb

That we have no recourse but to

Down the occasional rum.

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And though it may seem rather sad,

Cynicism can help.

And yes, it could, be a, bit mad

To preview what you gulp

To see:

Some small destruction of you and me.

Yet things are never so dramatic,

So when the scorpions scuttle

Into bedroom wallspace,

Your fervour romantic

Will not be broken,

Merely tainted

By the

Face

Of a hero

Token

Half-glimpsed in

A mirror someplace.

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But thus you will continue to live,

And hear and see and feel

And even though

You will not know

Just what they mean to mean,

These terms shall inform your being,

And create a thing that’s real.”

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