The Why – of it all –

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The Why   

– of it all –

 Me, myself 
 And I,
 On the shelf
 Ye ask why,
 Of it all 
 Tho once shy,
 Not the lot
 Yet disguised,
 Or for naught
 Saves one aim, 
 To but hide
 Insecure,  
 Be underside 
 Awaits cure,
 To so bide
 Asks the why, 
 Of it all
 Has one cry,
 May find resolve! 
                                
              © Jean-Jacques Fournier 


    a simple aide-mémoire 
        to remember Conversations,
           save not of the kind to be mistaken 
              with that of Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem line, 
                “Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die”
                                                        ...    
            written in Sweetsburg                                            
                 December 31, 2020

 Pictures - private and unknown ...
 Music – excerpt of  Alone Together, by Chet Baker ... 

“ A Distant Voice ” ~ that beckons ~

I hear a cry

Tormented so,

Tears by the by

Do leave a wake

Of such dismay,

Mind has need

To find a way,

If but to still

A distant voice,

Whose forlorn cry

Allays not beckon,

Into the night

Its waning words

In dismal plight,

Wants restore whole

Thus begs relight,

Man’s dark lost soul!

“ Brother ” ~ just for a time ~

 

I heard it said

Men’s fortunes died,

And later read

Near nation wide,

While few survived

Were to have cried,

Brother please

Can you spare a dime,

Alas a prelude to the times…

 

It’s now my stead

Afore I’m meant to die,

Or you’d have read

About my defunct hide,

Tho I shan’t beg a dime

Might you not now

Allow yourself to doubt,

Another’s take

On our alleged debate,

For soon too we be gone,

So spare the while alive

Just for a time,

To be that brother mine!

                                                                              ode to a lost brother