What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions are <br /> <br />sterling, whose lunge is straight? <br /> <br />Can you make a reason, how can you pardon us who memorize the rules and never score? <br /> <br />Who memorize the rules from your own text but never quite transfer them to the game, <br /> <br />Who never quite receive the whistling ball, who gawk, begin to absorb the crowd's own roar. <br /> <br /> <br />Is earnest enough, may earnest attract or lead to light; <br /> <br />Is light enough, if hands in clumsy frenzy, flimsy whimsically, enlist; <br /> <br />Is light enough when this bewilderment crying against the dark shuts down the shades? <br /> <br />Dilute confusion. Find and explode our mist.<br /><br />Gwendolyn Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garbageman-the-man-with-the-orderly-mind/
