the point of it all

A Poem by TommyLeeRage

angst, a bard out of time, in a world i dint make; thank God, i wunt waunt the blame

IN READING OF HISTORIES OFT VIOLENT COURSE
I FIND TRUTH IN PLATO, THEN FEEL REMORSE
AFTER ALL, HE TRIED, THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO
ABOUT WHAT IS OR ISN'T GOOD OR TRUE

TIME IS ENDLESS OR NOT, AS IT WERE
I CAN DO NAUGHT TO AFFECT MORTALITIES CURE
AND EVEN THOUGH I LEARN AS I GO
IN THE END, TO WHOM DOES IT MATTER THAT I KNOW?

I THINK THAT I WOULD LIKE TO BE ABLE TO TEACH
TO SOMEONE THAT I COULD REALLY REACH
WHO, THEN, IS THAT, OR JUST WHO AM I
STILL, I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE IT A TRY

REALLY, TO BE TAUGHT WE MUST BE WILLING
EAGER AND EMPTY, AWAITING A FILLING
IF, PERCHANCE,YOU WOULD LIKE TO TEACH AND LEARN
DRAW NEAR AND LISTEN, AND SPEAK IN YOUR TURN

I'M A PHILOSOPHER AT TIMES, THOUGH SELDOM IN TIME
TO FEND OFF DESPONDANCY WITH A WELL CHOSEN RHYME
I, TOO, MUST LEARN, FOR WHAT GOOD IS MERE KNOWLEDGE
TEETERING, MEANWHILE, ON POVERTIES EDGE

SOMETIMES I AM HOPELESS, YET NOT HELPLESS I KNOW
I CAN HELP, OR BE HELPED, WITHERSOEVER I GO
ALAS, ALL THE PERSEPTIONS I COULD EVER AQUIRE
DON'T MAKE ME ANY MONEY, THE WORLD DOESN'T HIRE

OF WHAT WORTH TODAY ARE THE POETS OF NATIONS
MIRED IN THE CLAY OF UNINSPIRED RELATIONS
SO MANY OF US ARE LOST AMID SOCIETY, AN ODDITY
RIDICULED FOR OUR EFFORTS, UNLESS THEY MAKE MONEY

IN OLDEN DAYS THERE WERE RESPECTED SCHOOLS
FOR US POOR SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF FOOLS
WE WERE THEN A RARE AND PRECIOUS BREED
HAPPILY FULFILLING SOCIETIES HUNGER AND NEED

NOW WHAT ARE WE, WHO HOLD PHILOSOPHY IN OUR SOULS?
WHO LIVE WITH MUSES, BERIFT OF USES OR GOALS
MY NAME MIGHT AS WELL BE DESPAIR
WHEN WILL THE WORLD SLOW DOWN, AND AGAIN CARE?

CARE ABOUT ITSELF, NOT PLEASURE OR PURSE
IF WE DON'T LEARN, I FEAR, IT'S ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE
AND THAT THE POINT OF IT ALL, AFTER IT ALL, WILL BE
MERELY THE PERIOD, AFTER THE " D "

THE END.