Moment Merchant

Oh moment merchant What dare you bring forth to me today A new way to see things Perspectives that sway

Thoughts run back and forth Between professor and pupil I must confess that I cannot duplicate For my heart is a mess not set straight

Juice squeezed Fresh from the grapes of wrath If you do the math that pleases Masters who dig from the Elysian past

Now as trade brings stories closer together May we appreciate the weather-worn manuscripts Who lay nondescript to the layman And are as good as gold to the ones with the best laid plan