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| Philosopher Laughing at Magick (detail) David Teniers, c1775 |
I know that I know nothing – therefore wise
it is that I should hold my foolish tongue?
Well, bugger that: embarrassing the young
shall be this poet’s joy before he dies.
With knackered knees and cataracted eyes,
besotted liver, reefer-blackened lung,
I plan to leave no single song unsung –
no random thought that I won’t verbalise.
So, as I bimble through my final years,
I guess I’ll try to savour every breath:
intending laughter, steering clear of tears;
and as to the Unmapped that’s after death –
it’s surely half the fun that we don’t know:
expectant, trepidatious, on we go…
AWB
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