Motto for the Mountaineer
If you try to reach the summit
You're likely to become it.
Young Puritans of austere will
Grow cavalier past age's hill.
Capitalism spouts from city walls;
Socialism mutters in draughty halls.
The vicar couldn't make it out at all:
a damp-stain angel on his chapel wall.
Fear of Blindness
Believing in God for a dread of death
is living in darkness for fear of blindness.
Death's Dress Rehearsal
Romans called asthma rehearsal for death;
life, summed up as a shortness of breath.
Faith & Death
Who fears death needs the crutch of faith;
who fears pain needs the crutch of death.
The man who looks like he hasn't slept well
has a face like a bed that's been slept in.
If you've any comments about this
poem, Alan Morrison would be pleased to hear from you.