Viggo Stuckenberg


Aarhundredskifte


Nyt Aarhundred -
ja, hvad vil det sige?
Fattig bliver fattig,
rig den rige,

Kærlighed den samme,
Ondskab ligervis,
Sjæle til at købe
for den samme Pris,

aabne Sommervande,
velkendt Vinterris,
alle Vaarens Blomster
som i Paradis,

Daarskab, Gøgl og Dumhed
i den samme Kurs
15Lykken lettest vunden
ved en Sjæls Konkurs.

Ellers taler alle
om en Evighed,
— kommer Hundredtallet,
gaar hvert Fnug i Skred;

Tvivl, som var begrundet,
bliver vaaset Haab,
stille, afgjort Vished
sindssygt, graadigt Raab.

Som om ikke Livet
blev det samme Spil,
om saa Almanakken
faar et Sekel til!

Hvad skal vel forandres?
Et Par Taltegn blot.
De, som lever, lever
fort i stort og smaat.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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