The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

Ode To Overlingering

Posted on | August 10, 2018 | No Comments

by Smitty

Sometimes no matter what you do,

You find yourself an unfortunate tree,

Whose decades, though more than a few,

Will end both soon and a-brupt-ly.

When sprout you did, all was so good,

Weather fair and danger far,

None to say that flee you should,

As danger was a distant star.

Closer it crept, but you held your ground,

And laughed at the alarmist talk,

That’s ever readily nearby found,

As seasons pass and people walk.

The point you should have calmly fled,

Held so many rationales,

For holding fast, despite the dread,

That pending danger oft entails.

So we come to present time.

A die was cast; remain you will,

Admonishing neighbor further in,

Busy rationalizing still.

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