And now for two years running

My Good Friday Poem

Excerpts from the third hour:

Prayer of the average man:

"Let me get through this coming day
Without a dressing down from a superior,
Being worsted in a repartee,
Or behaving like an ass in front of the girls;
Let something exciting happen,
Let me find a lucky coing on a sidewalk,
Let me hear a new funny story."

From the sixth hour:

"Few people accept each other and most
will never do anything properly..."

"There should be monuments, there should be odes,
to the nameless heroes who took it first,

to the first flaker of flints
who forgot his dinner,

the first collector of sea-shells
to remain celibate."