To strand oneself upon the lilting waves
Without a sail nor oar to pull you home,
Does not - by point - condemn you 'dunce' or crazed
But proves the cuckoo may have upped and flown.
To joke about the crowd with clownish jest,
Without the paint that proves you are a fool,
Must then, in turn, remove one from the rest
And make you 'clot' without the mask at all.
But those whose decks of cards are somewhat light
Allow the kings and queens to dine in peace:
If none were wrong then none would be quite right -
An ironed shirt looks straight by one that's creased.
Compared to clowns, you may indeed be sane,
But innocence exists because of blame.
This is more then just a deck of cards and a jester in the court
it is life and the reality within this deck and the personality of
some which makes people to wonder, sit back and ponder what
life is...there is much more behind this read...