To the Terrestrial GlobeThere's something comforting about knowing the Earth will continue to "roll on" despite us, because sometimes it seems we're doing our damnedest to destroy her. I only hope that while continuing to roll, she'll also heal.
by a Miserable Wretch
Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space
Roll on!
What though I'm in a sorry case?
What though I cannot meet my bills?
What though I suffer toothache's ills?
What though I swallow countless pills?
Never you mind!
Roll on!
Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through seas of inky air
Roll on!
It's true I've got no shirts to wear;
It's true my butcher's bill is due;
It's true my prospects all look blue--
But don't let that unsettle you!
Never you mind!
Roll on!
[It rolls on.]
W. S. Gilbert a.k.a. the Miserable Wretch
This week's Round-Up is taking place at The Poem Farm!
--Diane
Image showing the Arctic and high latitudes by Norman Kuring, courtesy NASA.
5 comments:
I love how we all find our own visions in poetry. You looked at this and saw a planet in trouble. I looked at it and said, "Ya! Me, too!" ;)
Loved this, Diane!
You always find such great poems, Diane! Thanks again for sharing . . .
Roll on, indeed! Great poem I am saving to share again myself. Thank you.
Oooh, I like it too. These kinds of poems, like walks in cemeteries, give me much-needed perspective. Thank you, Diane! a.
Amy, I'm with you on cemeteries! We have some great ones here in New England.
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