To An Athlete Dying Young
Poem By Alfred Edward Housman
If a can of nuts,
Long to have displayed the label...
NUTS! on it.
In bold and attractive colors.
For the purpose to satisfy,
A marketing to be sold.
Why is it more and more people,
Shocked and horrified into disbelief.
That nothing other but nuts,
Are in that same can.
Openly and in public to be seen.
"What is going on?
Why all the confusion?
Why are the people up with their arms,
Protesting in disgust.
As if alarmed.
And by what? "
Has always been a mystery to me.
The way I see it,
One gets what they pay for.
Cleary they wanted nuts.
Perhaps they did not expect,
Such an array of different kinds.
Maybe they did not think of them,
As being mixed.-
Some folks only see what they want.
Picking to get to later wish,
They can return too late what they bought."