Reflections - Poem by James Tipp
I once wanted to change the world, vision of a better future
I had a fire and zeal that drove me, filled me with intolerance
Seeing it as God given and God inspired, it was the the truth.
Now I have time for reflection the world has changed immensely,
Yet the changes are as much in me as in the world, good and bad.
The unthinkable is now thinkable and I don't mind or disagree
Those things I thought were immutable have mutated for the better.
Evil still rides high in the annuls of the media, their priority headline
Yet good rides high in the millions raised for the unknown by the unknown
Does my reflection see things better or worse or just different, surprise
The world spins other firebrands claim God is on their side, truth abounds
My reflections merely assume a new cynicism, travelled this way before
The fire is quenched, reality pushes in, so this is what it means to age.
(c) J Tipp 2016
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