Friday, May 4, 2012

Once and Always

You tell me life or death matters little
That time is merely a thing to whittle
In the palm of our hands! O for a man
That could understand the sum of all things,
Could reach back into time to where he ran
Before he came to this sordid place. Sings
Not the past of adventures and great love?
Why should you fall short of ideals that once
Held firmly, as an oak in the storm, love
Is not something that can only once!
Yet here you stand, a most canny fellow
Who cares little for risk or bravery.
But I have not turned, not yet, so yellow
From my pains outside of eternity.

                                 Once and Always, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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