In a recent sermon on Communism the preacher remarked that University students who belong to the Communist Party were a lot of silly fools, who might grow out of it when they got a modicum of sense. He described them as not lunatics, merely goats.
When I was twenty years of age, Almost before my beard began, I deemed myself a seasoned sage, Full of wise schemes for saving man. I saw injustice in the land And tyranny and greed and fear; And with my fellow comrades planned To change it all within a year. When I was thirty years of age The world still muddled thro' somehow. The years had cooled my youthful rage And cleared my vision somewhat now. I learned of human nature then, Its lust for power, greed for pelf; And knew more of my fellow-men As I began to know myself. When forty years had passed me by, I knew men were not gods, in truth; Yet, with a kind and tolerant eye Looked back upon that ardent youth. And, tho' still somewhat of a goat, Mayhap, as dawning wisdom bids, Still tolerant, today, I note That goats are craziest as kids.
|Copyright © Perry Middlemiss 2010|