Monday, 8 February 2016

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

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