Child of the Universe

Child of the universe, you are no less than a stray dog with the crooked tail and a left front foot dragging in dust.

Child of the universe you discovered desiderata in early hours but late like Polonius behind a silk curtain for life.

Child of the universe you are no more for borrowing dulls edge of husbandry of your wife’s with her Gucci handbag.

Child of the universe you are no more, no less, than crooked tail wagging dog sniffing walking pant-legs down there.

(Following Max Ehrman’s popular poem Desiderata)