By Tony DeLorger © 2012
The envelope of life folds shut,
when narrow minds from judgements up,
when snooty minds so far from truth,
are forced to appease those lost in youth.
From thrones of grace they scratch and pace,
hallowed thoughts of right embraced,
when all along they protest too much,
their stoic stance a veiled thrust.
From grandiose minds in paupers rags,
those of wilder persuasions drag,
devout to solve the ills of man,
by barely living themselves their stand.
Irony rules this human plight,
those less equipped take up the fight,
while wisdom in its silence copes,
and watches fools in voice denote.
For arrogance is its own reward,
of delusion brewed and false accord,
feelings driven by the insecure,
and planted sound as truth's allure.
The twist is all I see in them,
those wielding right with righteous ends,
while balanced souls do steady last,
and ignore the throng of more ass than class.