Write it again in letters very bold
As you grow, we must face it, old,
And evenings and sunsets and dawns,
Apart from fazed out theological yawns,
We are all still alive and striving
Into new days signed by God revealing,
The final statement born eternally above
Is about the clear admission we can love.
So speaks the Plato dropped in a City street
Or better abandoned to find a new home
Quite distinct from any millennium dome
Together day by day the whole world we greet.
One man arrives, Plato sees him, with paper
Clean white and empty reaching for deeper
Messages beyond present vacuous planning
So theories all fall apart and deep loving
Transcending the present passing experience
And all will come to some new world sense
About the abandoned powerless and hopeless
Who day by day in half-light live lifeless.
Don’t be silly says Plato head sadly wagging
They’ve more sense of life than you have known
Even half-light of twilight they turn into dawn
And find their fullness in a life of loving.
Plato COLLECTED POEMS Vol. I, p. 3.