Bosons On a Saturday Morning

Waking at twelve-thirty, I decreed,
"Now soon I'll finish Leon's heady tome."
Four-hundred pages plus, and what a read!
Just see how far our fragile race has come!
And yet I wonder what does all this stuff
Of quarks and leptons, bosons mean to me?
I am no dunce, and yet I find it tough
To tie a relevant technology
To all this abstract, math-inspired stew.
To me it is seems a futile fascination;
But I'm no physicist, though, it is true,
And quantum theory's well outside my station.
To seek the infinitesimal is fine,
But not the way I wish to spend my time.

George Chadderdon © 1997