The Traveler's Tale 57
By Gunslinger
Ah, lass, I pray thee, 'ave a seat- Me discourse? lemme see... P'raps the thing to speak upon, Wou' be philosophy.... Aye! Tha' wou' be me guess, indeed- The workings o' the mind... To delve it's crevices an' nooks- An' see wha' we can find. Tis said to be emotions seat- Where love an' 'ate reside... Where wisdom, and frivolity... Do likewise there abide.... Tis where a person really lives- An' their personna lies An' when it tends to jump it's course... Said person's ego dies. An' myriad the twisting paths- Cou' follow if ye dare... Where madness haunts it's every turn, A journey fraught wi' care. Methinks to dwell within at length- One mi' find poltergeist'- Aye, flee depravity an' lust- For tha' way madness lies. Aye, much is said, and much is not- An' all to wha' avail? A person canna learn by talk... So goes the Traveler's Tale.Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 01:58 PM PST, John R. Yaws other
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Ah, lass, I pray thee, 'ave a seat-..."