All that glitters isn’t always gold
But that what doesn’t could never be
The universe, they say, always shows
Signs we ignore,
Science we’d never see.
So with every new-found-fun,
Cautious shall one be
For it’s too late when it is
And when it is so,
There’s nowhere one’d rather be
But in his past and not in misery.
Those signs, when shown by the gods,
Some truly don’t see,
Some turn the blind eye,
Some are too ignorant not to see,
The latter one is probably me.
They were right when they said
When it rains, it pours
When I finally left as ’twas then that
I’d only ever seen the door,
But I’d grown older before I was ever young
And every new morrow, older some more
Now that it had eventually rained,
It poured and poured and poured some more.