The cynic and the sceptic
calls a brick a brick
The eye of the philosopher
is not in the fruit but the tubor
The heart that rues the wicked
is by reality sorely sickened
Bruised by the thorns of life’s thicket
It is cruelty that takes the wicket
A bird with a broken wing
does not even dare to sing
If you meet a bitter man
will you take him by the hand?
If one dream can be a cheer
will it halt the many tears?
So, pardon the cynic for his fears
And give him back the smile in arrears
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