Classic Poem

No man would quarrel with me for the sky
Or for saying it was blue
but let me say
My girl is beautiful
and more beautiful
Than any other girl
and the brotherhood
Gets in a sad way

It is wonderful how we get along
In this world of so many girls
Each girl a wonder in herself
a plant that no matter
what the color
Decorates and blows a sweetness
even a light is blown
As living as the daylight when it blooms
and men come and go in warmth
Bowing and greeting
as if there were no death

In the minds of men one thing
greater than death
In the hearts of men one thing
greater than life
On the lips of men one thing
greater than hate
or reason or fear
And for that the brotherhood gets in a sad way
And I must continue to say the sky is blue.