Reflections On Theodore, Franklyn, Eleanor And Me. Poem by David McLansky

i was a Freshman Friday night in Night School
Who wandered the Student Union intent on mischief and misrule;
My short History Professor graciously beckoned me
Asking me to join him and Eleanor for tea.

Sometimes the end does justify the means
You can do good in your Machiavellian schemes;
You can have ethics to which you can stand fast
You can do good that your life outlast.

Where do we get these giants that spring from the earth
That stir our souls with wonder, tears and mirth;
Who are tireless working night and day
Who are so judicious in what they do and say.

Who have the discipline to refocus when tragedy stills their hand
Which makes them sway and swoon as they promote †heir plan;
And being human have needs that tarnish reputations
A complex needs for love that requires no explanation.