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Don’t Despair, Little Bear
“Don’t despair, little bear,”
I once was told,
“Don’t despair,
For you cannot change the world.
And what you may well want to do
You’ll find gets rather old.
And all your hopes, and all your fears,
Will dwindle
Into yesteryear,
And all the lights that shine so bright
Will dull as time goes by,
And you and I
Will drift apart, we might,
And maybe we will find at night
Jjust how cold the beach ccan lie
With no-one by your side.
But we shall still remain,
And all the faces on the street
Will forever stay the same,
And both stupidity
And genius
Will laugh as they call your name.
And maybe they will cry as well,
Afraid of what’s to come,
But that’s the same for all of us,
In future sense so dumb
That we have no recourse but to
Down the occasional rum.
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And though it may seem rather sad,
Cynicism can help.
And yes, it could, be a, bit mad
To preview what you gulp
To see:
Some small destruction of you and me.
Yet things are never so dramatic,
So when the scorpions scuttle
Into bedroom wallspace,
Your fervour romantic
Will not be broken,
Merely tainted
By the
Face
Of a hero
Token
Half-glimpsed in
A mirror someplace.
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But thus you will continue to live,
And hear and see and feel
And even though
You will not know
Just what they mean to mean,
These terms shall inform your being,
And create a thing that’s real.”
