Thursday, December 26, 2019
Der Mensch Tracht und Gott Lacht
Our anniversary dinner and show,
With preparations and reservations,
Were foiled in the end by wind-drifted snow.
Our planet bristles with a daily dose,
Of "best laid plans of mice and men" astray;*
And often "these" will never lead to "those,"
But double back and go another way.
Though once, abundance seemed our true birthright,
The wisdom of the winner our bequest,
We fooled ourselves; our strategies lost sight:
What one consumes is taken from the rest.
A wise man conserves and a fool uses --
In the end, all men dream and God muses.
Man plans and God laughs. It is a sobering thought.
*A nod in passing to Robert Burns.
Posted by Mick at 8:19 PM