Dec 2022
If the fabric of my semi pleasant semi-
Bland reality were suddenly to be ripped
Open who would be there beckoning me
A demon or a friend most likely a jester and
Would I go with him? I do not know but if
Not would I regret it to my dying day? For
This I am certain he will not come back to
Invite me again and dear heart already I am
Torn that I a child must part my with love of
Folly. Go knowing the folly of God is better
Than the wisdom of men and I am growing old
What is the advantage of staying here if you are
Still young and fair and foolish elsewhere?
Bland reality were suddenly to be ripped
Open who would be there beckoning me
A demon or a friend most likely a jester and
Would I go with him? I do not know but if
Not would I regret it to my dying day? For
This I am certain he will not come back to
Invite me again and dear heart already I am
Torn that I a child must part my with love of
Folly. Go knowing the folly of God is better
Than the wisdom of men and I am growing old
What is the advantage of staying here if you are
Still young and fair and foolish elsewhere?
I had just begun reading the preface of William Makepeace Thackeray's "Vanity Fair" when it came upon me to write this poem. I now shall read further and see if he also felt perplexed and whether he chose to accept the jester invitation.
