The Astronomer And The Astrologer Poem by D B Versehawker

The astronomer gazed and dazed

With his mighty visionary telescope

The more he saw the less he knew

The more he wanted to

The astrologer closed his eyes for a while

Read a few gibberish books

And he knew everything

He had stones to cure all.

The astronomer scraped thousands of papers

Millions of calculations and he knew

That he knew nothing of this universe

The astrologer wiped the palms of the fools

And he knew all the secrets to life and death.

The astronomer bent down his head

To the massive stretch of the galaxies

He had everything he needed he had nothing yet

The astrologer, his head held high in utmost confidence proclaimed

'I control destiny'

As the stupid fools kneeled and bestowed their fates

The holy saint meditating for a thousand years on

Has seen it all before, so he smiled softly.