in a wet glow

[fledgist]

 

a single element of human thought
becomes a kind of pearl in the grey air
a symbol both of sorrow and of care

this is not what we were so baldly taught
would be a world where everything was fair
a single element of human thought

for all that's good living and dead have fought
and we are so reminded every year
these are the prizes that we have to bear
a single element of human thought