Random Blues: Giving, always giving,

But from whose beneficence have I received?

Say, giving, always giving,

From whose beneficence have I received?

Think twice, my friend, before you ask

The answer may leave you forbiddingly confused

Born many years before my father

I encountered my mother at Heavengate

Yes, born many years before my father

I encountered my mother at Heavengate

Life’s train is sometimes very fast

Both for the living and the late

We hang from the tree of anguish

Our legs dangle above the flood

Alas, we hang from the tree of anguish

Our legs dangle above the flood

Humanity swims in a special fluid

Much thicker than the common blood

I have never gauged my height

By the genuflection of the world

Sure, never gauged my height

By the genuflection of the world

Pride’s baleful blindness always lives beyond

The peripheral region of the humble sight

If I stand so tall, it is because

I stand on the shoulders of taller men

Yes, if I stand so tall, it is because

I stand on the shoulders of taller men

Life often writes our hidden story

With the tip of an absent pen