The Widdershins Jig

<br>A wise man`s son and Wednesday`s child in each other found a friend,<br>And searched together for the treasure hiding at the rainbow`s end.<br>To wise man`s son and Wednesday`s child all is white that is not black,<br>They dance in symbiotic deadlock--one step forward two steps back,<br>Playing karmic snakes and ladders (all your sins will find you out),<br>When all your gains are lost in vain on cosmic wings and roundabouts.<br>At the roadside manhood`s flower--blighted by a wayward youth,<br>Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways--borne on winds of whispered truth.<br>We march to drums of our own choosing--each of them keeps different time,<br>As you are free to live your own life so I am free to live mine.<br>Now wise man`s son and Wednesday`s child can recognise their own mistakes,<br>And to these ends they make amends for every promise that they break.<br>Both wise man`s son and Wednesday`s child view the world in red and green,<br>Await the day when they die laughing--thinking of the sights they`ve seen.<br>I tell you now if they were given chance to live their lives again--<br>Wise man`s son and Wednesday`s child would make the same mistakes as then.<br>At the roadside manhood`s flower--blighted by a wayward youth,<br>Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways--borne on winds of whispered truth.<br>We march to drums of our own choosing--each of them keeps different time,<br>As you are free to live your own life so I am free to live mine.