Again, perhaps if there were but a way,
‘tho as it is maybe it’s just as well:
for when your tongue is tripped with come what may
quite thereupon one never can quite tell.
And then, between the whatsit and the whence
there often flies a fact that begs, beware:
’tis many long the night’s experience
and such the different sort returns from there.
But in the end, it always goes to show,
and sets itself aright with no complaint;
for despite all the blather in between
it’s really rather a small thing to know.
So trip ye merry, both sinner and saint –
the truth is only what you make it mean.
19 JAN 2003