See that old man dozing on his front porch,
Erstwhile exemplar who passed on the torch;
Portray him as cosmologist sterling.
Thinks he:- He knows why the world is whirling,
Expanding and twirling--at God's command,
Moving like a top on the Master's Hand.
But now here comes the Labor Day parade...
Exit--cosmic dreams; Enter--Life's charade,
Roaring crowds disperse and soon thereafter
September's jobless woes drown out laughter.
On cue, next will come on stage October,
November, December! Do they portend
God's judgment:--Cyclic rebirth or Man's end?
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