And I wax poetic.
There is something about poetry that draws me and touches a chord in my soul unreached by prose. Lyrical rhythmic messages, what is it about these words which so deeply communicate? At any rate, I’m going to try to share a few favorites with you, dear reader. Along with comments. Indeed, it does seem that I can’t read, hear, or see anything without commenting on it!

For A’ That and A’ That

Robert Burns

Is there for honest poverty
That hings his head, and a’ that?
The coward slave, we pass him by;
We dare be poor or a’ that!
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Our toils obscure and a’ that;
The rank is but the guinea stamp –
The man’s the gowd for a’ that!

What tho’ on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hodden gray, and a’ that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine –
A man’s a man for a’ that!
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their tinsel show, and a’ that;
The honest man, though e’er sae poor,
Is king o’ men, for a’ that!

Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord,
Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that –
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that;
For a’ that, and a’ that,
His riband, star, and a’ that;
The man of independent mind,
He looks an’ laughs at a’ that.

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a’ that;
But an honest man’s aboon his might –
Gude faith, he mauna fa’ that!
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their dignities and a’ that;
The pith o’ sense, and pride o’ worth,
Are higher rank than a’ that.

Then let us pray that come it may, -
As come it will for a’ that, -
That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth,
May bear the gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, and a’ that,
It’s comin’ yet, for a’ that –
That man to man, the warld o’er,
Shall brithers be for a’ that.

Yep! Good Scotch disdain for rank. I love my kin. And Burns. He usually has some fairly good stuff. But I’ll let him speak for himself on this one. No, I didn't misspell anything...