AabahranA Wandering Fool
Odes and Expressions · by Academician Airen Denetheros
It was just over a year ago, when I met a wandering fool. His form shrouded with tattered rags, His head crowned with grimy hair. The eyes of passersby frowned upon the Fool in scorn. For the Fool leapt about in awkward steps, His bare feet dancing to and fro. A cacophonous melody poured from the Fool's lips, And when he was not singing a verse, He would bellow out a most shocking laugh. I approached the Fool, asking "Sir, why do you writhe and cackle so?" "Good lady," replied he, "I dance about in this way And thus unite with Passion. I sing my song this way And thus unite with Hope. I laugh aloud this way And thus unite with Mirth!" So on he went, dancing his way, Singing his way, Laughing his way. It was just over a year ago, when I met a wandering man; His form shrouded with wisdom, His head crowned with light.