The Way of the World

THE WAY OF THE WORLD World, if ever come again the frosty night When jewelled dawn’s head advanced too late And summer was cut short as a blight On love turned suddenly to hate! Asking what goodness, you must answer As if jealousy, the weapon of the porter Made you fill his questionnaire for cancer And then have you declared the morning’s daughter - Real talent can be virtuous because A certainty is the bottom line - Mediocrity is his rallying cause, As if being clever, the world could turn you into swine. Such fools are shocking, but keep the news discreet When the queen is made a beggar in the street.