THE FOLLY OF MAN


Who shall save him
That holds a lighted lamp
In his hands
And yet lose himself
In the open roads?

What shall we say to he
That thirsts for water
While his toes bathe
In the teasing waters
Of the flowing river?

And who shall lead him out
That walked into a ditch
Thought his spheres
Own yet their space
In the hollows of his skull?

Oh, the foolishness of man;
He sets forth at dawn
And his hands dig a pit
On the path his feet shall ply
On his journey home!

In the folly of his wisdom,
He brews the wine of truth
With fermented grape of lies
And lays tomorrow's coins
On the Devil's gambling table!

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