Not My ConundrumA Poem by Chris Shaw(Thomas Hardy - Far From The Madding Crowd)
Somehow that expression
two wrongs don't make a right has stuck Like being in a rut a stylus not moving from the same vinyl groove When Gabriel Oak was roused by ringing sheep bells he set off in pursuit To find that his younger dog had driven his flock over a Dorset cliff edge Their carcasses lay strewn below, two hundred ewes heavy with prospective lambs Dead or dying left to the cleansing mercy of the incoming tide I don't know why I sobbed in silence for the sheep at sixteen in my cinema seat But I cried out loud when that young collie who lacked comprehension was shot to death That was my first understanding of two wrongs don't make a right still rigid in my much older head And I tell myself there is no way I can condone the taking of life as retribution
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16 Reviews Added on July 31, 2018 Last Updated on July 31, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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