Who's the fool

A lamb amongst wolves, a dove circled by vultures

A man called mad in this world's cultures

Reasoning with a spider, hands up calming a raging wave

A lunatic speaks to the hangman digging his own grave

Mumbles and grumbles, babble to the rabble

Tumbles after stumbles, in patching broken eggs we dabble

A dented can, only half a man, different than the rest

Broken teeth on tin, the food within tastes the best

Hope extends in straightening bends in a sunbeam

In blind night painting black and white a colored dream

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Sometimes, more often than I’d care to admit, I feel like the fool; big time!

[Soren]

Thanks so much Cryptic for your review. Society wants to make me feel the fool when I'm not following but I feel the most foolish when I do.

[redd Brick Keshner]

That is also an inescapable truth! 🕊️🙏🏻