January’s poem
I used to post poetry during my first year or two of blogging. I’d like to try again. However, I don’t know very many poems; I might exhaust my supply after a few entries.
This month’s selection is by Matt Berry of Toast of London.
While this world turns under stars above
It’s unfair how fingers point and blame
Now I hang my head in fear and shame
Who am I to cast a stone?
I’ve enough dark demons of my own
Just a pawn in a very complex game
Now I hang my head in fear and shame
How I hang my head in fear and shame
Yes, I hang my head in fear and shame
I think it’s very moving.
Jasper and Ziva sing: “Now we hang our heads in fur and shame.”
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A philosophic bonus: “The Genesis of Shame.”
This month’s selection is by Matt Berry of Toast of London.
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All men somehow pay for loveWhile this world turns under stars above
It’s unfair how fingers point and blame
Now I hang my head in fear and shame
Who am I to cast a stone?
I’ve enough dark demons of my own
Just a pawn in a very complex game
Now I hang my head in fear and shame
How I hang my head in fear and shame
Yes, I hang my head in fear and shame
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I think it’s very moving.
Jasper and Ziva sing: “Now we hang our heads in fur and shame.”
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
A philosophic bonus: “The Genesis of Shame.”