What Then?

This poem was magnificently brought to my attention by Vin, aka Drongo! It re-awakened my interest in literature, reminding me of classes at school with Mr Garner. The re-interpretation is very touching, and is going to be travelling with me. 🙂

Work is done! It was a very calm and happy send-off, which helped me very very much and allowed me to wrap things up there on a positive note, but I will miss my team a lot. Thank you to those who know who they are for the perfect going away messages and presents!

I don’t really feel like I’m unemployed, I suppose because I have an endless to-do list and a plan, so plenty of purpose for my days! And, so far, none of those familiar blockages in my head stopping me from being capable of doing anything…

What Then?

HIS chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘What then?’

Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘ What then?’

All his happier dreams came true —
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
‘What then.?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘What then?’

The work is done,’ grown old he thought,
‘According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought’;
But louder sang that ghost, ‘What then?’

William Butler Yeats
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