Collector of lost causes
He is a collector of lost causes
He never likes to win
He chose the Irish Language
He studied long at school.
Latin, another dying language
He learned by rote in Rome
Not to mention Ancient Greek
Logic learned from dusty tomes.
Let’s not forget the businesses
He joined and left when young
Not a single one left unexpired,
They all grew old and died.
Undeterred, ten years ago
The climate challenge he accepted
Believing in his innocence
A better outcome beckoned.
The climate’s changing but not us
We wish and want, we puff and pant,
To change the world while doing zero
While adding signatures to the pages.
It’s strange to feel that fifty years ago
A life of vows ahead of time
A simple life with simple wants
Could have saved this planet from excess.
And so he yearns a life so pure
Without a finger raised to help
While cleaving to his cars and cares
The sacrifices shall be few if any.
The gains that follow are so puny
As we hurtle to a conflagration
It’s not he who smokes and burns
No, that’s for a future generation.
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