Fools Rush In

Perhaps the only way to win

Is not to play

Perhaps we’ll save our powder for

Another day,

And in the cultured gloom

Of empty rooms

The doubters will avoid the chance

To have their say.

And when the vision leaves the tracks

And marks the door,

They’ll claim the failure to predict

The final score,

Inevitable fate

That dissipates

the recollection of a time

When less was more.

John H Davies

8th January 2011