Busy Professor Science with darting eyes
Explores and explains all creatures great and small;
Outgrown conceptual garb discarded lies
As he strides on, not minding me at all.
Once, long ago, he merely looked and named,
But quickly learned to cut, probe, poke about;
Looked closer, deeper, further, then he claimed
As his some places signposted, 'Keep out!'
His twin power tools, causality and number,
(This prompts some folk to pen my obituary)
Have ground to dust old gods of tribe and thunder;
Yet still I beg one simple courtesy:
Let me, like him discarding worn out gear,
Move on, dressed for today, not yesteryear.
Explores and explains all creatures great and small;
Outgrown conceptual garb discarded lies
As he strides on, not minding me at all.
Once, long ago, he merely looked and named,
But quickly learned to cut, probe, poke about;
Looked closer, deeper, further, then he claimed
As his some places signposted, 'Keep out!'
His twin power tools, causality and number,
(This prompts some folk to pen my obituary)
Have ground to dust old gods of tribe and thunder;
Yet still I beg one simple courtesy:
Let me, like him discarding worn out gear,
Move on, dressed for today, not yesteryear.