Cedar wood

The end - so true. And no one knows what to do about anything but close eyes. Wonderfully visual wtiting, PT.

Love it, PT. Just about says it all in a nutshell. I remember visiting my dad in Cape Town and going to the local Pick n Pay supermarket (from where he was once banned for turning up at the precise time that the pastries were marked down in price). We were on our way home when he spotted a melon man at the side of the dusty road. This guy had made the mistake of using slightly misleading advertising for the melons (I can't remember what it was but it was a trifling matter). Anyway, Dad stopped and in his inimitable professor style took the guy to task about his unseemly selling tactics. I said I thought that was a bit harsh but he replied that people needed to learn the rudimentary rules of marketing their products. He was a harsh man in many ways but he honestly thought that he was teaching people a lesson that they would benefit from. A cracking poem. 

Easy to criticise from the outside, hard to feed a family on the inside.  Love the woody imagery.