5003. WE WILL ALL A'ROVING GO

WE WILL ALL A'ROVING GO

Who among us shall remember what was? We will

dissolve like tomorrow's acorn breezes, across the

plains and fields -   dying oaks and dying embers each.

I remember my father used to seek the final end of

everything before he would say it was done. It never

made sense, and things were done before he was over.

Now, there's really nothing. I can walk you to his grave,

or take you past his house. That's all. What pleasure he

had in hand, he has taken all with him. Life is like that.

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Jesters and clowns. Fervid ones and crusaders. Workers

and bosses  -  everything at once. Who talks so fast is

talking low, who talks so loud is talking slow. How is it

to distinguish good from bad, dross from gold, or neither?

We will all a'roving go, and little shall matter either.