In this world full of people I’m thinking perhaps
The intelligent move to avoid all the traps
And nestle away in some contented disguise
Might be the direction to foil any reprise.
I’m afraid we’re remiss in our casual ways
And are earning the harvest of our reckless days
It’s a cumbersome load that we carry too fast
T’would be better to learn from mistakes of the past.
Claire V. Bogdanos 