Common Senses

I’d rather be a tenant

Than hold a tenancy.

I’d rather be a peasant

Than come from peasantry.

An infant betters infancy

A vagrant, vagrancy.

And surely we would all agree

A truant beats your truancy.

Because a tenant’s flesh and blood

And so’s a peasant, too.

An infant hollers loud and clear

And let’s you know he’s here.

A vagrant can be seen and heard

A thing of rags and tatters

And though a truancy is marked

It’s the truant really matters.

So keep abstractions under check

They’ll never serve you well

But use your senses, look and touch,

And listen, taste and smell.

Stuart Randall