I waited and waited, time and tide, I heeded not, Cosmic providence mattered none, I waited;
Aged like a tree, glory of youth dissipated like a fallen kingdom, I waited;
Like changing antics of the gale or the ever reverberant current, Like growing angst of a child, or the burgeoning fear of a doe in a pack, was such my uncontrollable importunity, but I waited;
Yonder were thee, like a dream, yet so far, like the horizon, a feeble arm trying to reach but falling short, still I waited;
Came dusk, Came the silence, Came the calm, Came hopelessness, Came malaise, Came Death; Yet I'll wait........
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
1 comment:
with whatever little sense of English poetry I have and for whatever little my opinion stands for, I am impressed :)
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