Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Butler a cento


 

What's a year or thirty, to

a hand gathering crumbs off a table?

During the day we walk about

to perform our expertise.

Now, the passage of time, and plenty of it

We're approaching the age, now

there are jobs we cannot do.

If we care for a house

we are happy where we are.

Ah! Then there is hurrying to and fro.

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