av Erling Røhmer.
Once life was green and wisdom bold
Clad in truths of simple gold;
A life of sense and solid ground,
The joys of your sweet Paradigm.
But fruits were tasted, marked by you,
Knowledge gained that seemed more true;—
Perhaps they were—and are—but still…
They cost us your sweet Paradigm.
And now we wander, tree to tree,
Longing for new eyes to see
Old life of sense and solid ground,
The joys of your sweet Paradigm.