i was a Freshman Friday night in Night School <br />Who wandered the Student Union intent on mischief and misrule; <br />My short History Professor graciously beckoned me <br />Asking me to join him and Eleanor for tea. <br /> <br />Sometimes the end does justify the means <br />You can do good in your Machiavellian schemes; <br />You can have ethics to which you can stand fast <br />You can do good that your life outlast. <br /> <br />Where do we get these giants that spring from the earth <br />That stir our souls with wonder, tears and mirth; <br />Who are tireless working night and day <br />Who are so judicious in what they do and say. <br /> <br />Who have the discipline to refocus when tragedy stills their hand <br />Which makes them sway and swoon as they promote †heir plan; <br />And being human have needs that tarnish reputations <br />A complex needs for love that requires no explanation.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-on-theodore-franklyn-eleanor-and-me/
