I rarely post over here, so I don't know where I should put this.
Lament for a Wavering Viewpoint by Phyllis McGinley
Ah, snug lie those that slumber
Beneath Conviction's roof.
Their floors are sturdy lumber,
Their windows weatherproof.
But I sleep cold forever
And cold sleep all my kind,
For I was born to shiver
In the draft of an open mind.
Love it, Flint!! ;D Guess where you live at, it's pretty drafty, huh! ;)
:)