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Why is it you dismiss the past And works which will forever last? The present stems from what we’ve gained What’s new has often been explained.
To glow with thoughts of what’s to be And unlock all those doors you see Where future scenes play in your mind A Goya for a modern time.
But still abstract despite the years Beyond your once and current fears Does Stella answer all you want Reduced to such a simple font?
T’is true, it’s best to be unframed To fail at new and not be shamed To scorn mundane from what’s been done To see things that are yet to come.
There’s little worse than acquiesce Convention’s oft a willing mess The myths of this enlightened age Where peer is more the norm than sage.
But while the sneer of cold command Lies buried in eternal sand, Our world is rich from bygone time In wisdom, art and better rhyme.
The genius of our early days Will fix a compass for your gaze There are some truths which never change And beauty to extend your range.
What Homer gleaned from ancient text Was passed on down to Virgil next To Dante then the Bard to you The background to your forward view.
Copyright © 2003 Paul Heno
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