The critic sits bored on his high horse <br />wasting valuable moments <br />allowing time to spill away <br />like rain down a gutter <br />racing to the sea <br />and a life therein <br /> <br />Blessed hours squandered recklessly <br />Time when one may have <br />walked a dog <br />or child if so blessed <br />or oneself <br />But the critic refuses to experience <br />That which he is so ready <br />To disparage <br />He is myopic <br />Seeing only that <br />Which pleases his <br />Bombastic <br />Ego<br /><br />Albert E. Neumann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-thine-eyes-critic/
