Have you ever known the feeling of an artist who can not find an audience? Then imagine the earth spinning lonely through millions of years of Sunsets with no eye to appreciate the beauty, Summer rains with no young lovers to run through them laughing, And starry skies with no one gazing up in wonder Until at last Man came forth. But is the Happy Ending final? Or will a few centuries of madness bury all the beauty forever under grimy concrete tombstones? Or will a burst of even more violent madness leave the earth barren and empty to face another eternity of Sunsets with no eye to appreciate the beauty, Summer rains with no young lovers to run through them laughing, And starry skies with no one gazing up in wonder? -- Tom Digby Original undated, probably late 1960's or early 70's Entered 18:58 11/15/2002