A little muse on our myopic views

“Somewhere Ages and ages hence” Past all attempts towards defence Of our doings we begin to see For both our eyes, we did not see A little is often taken for too much That we can’t but be imbeciles as such Is a sore lesion to life’s beauty Seldom do we see sense as duty We think we know while we do not Immured we live in our cosy cot This is all life has, thinks the simple mind Indolent to seek a superior find