Behind The Curtain
Rainbows are circles. They don’t have an end.
Their shimmering substance is only pretend.
We see them appear like a cloud in the sky,
But we don’t seem to notice how quickly they die.
They go out like a light when conditions have changed,
When the raindrops have stopped, or the Sun rearranged,
The illusion is shattered, and the show is now closed,
And no one has seen the great hand interposed.
They’ve watched and applauded, and all got their worth,
Of a show that can be simulcast all over Earth,
They will smile, and head homeward but one thing’s for certain,
They’ll pay no attention to the Man behind the curtain.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . October 10, 2005
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(Stick around for your science lessons.)
You’re a good poet. :-) I hope the poems are cheering up Gefn, too.