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What’s this that all around us we see…? People strange but strangers cannot be! The thief sows not, but consents to reap; The watchman falls a victim to sleep. The comforter, brings tears, not relief; The youth, by glamour is oft deceived. The gossip, loses in frank debate; The punctual, cannot help being late. The wise, in his proud conceit turns fool; The taught, oft seems to be more unschool’d. The tactful, by silence, oft does hurt; The polite, being civil, sounds curt. He loses who speculates to gain; He thinks himself fit who is insane. But then, who are we, others to judge, When we, ourselves, may be among such?
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
Society Quite Contrary
What’s this that all around us we see…? People strange but strangers cannot be! The thief sows not, but consents to reap; The watchman falls a victim to sleep. The comforter, brings tears, not relief; The youth, by glamour is oft deceived. The gossip, loses in frank debate; The punctual, cannot help being late. The wise, in his proud conceit turns fool; The taught, oft seems to be more unschool’d. The tactful, by silence, oft does hurt; The polite, being civil, sounds curt. He loses who speculates to gain; He thinks himself fit who is insane. But then, who are we, others to judge, When we, ourselves, may be among such?
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htr-stevens
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
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