Ever so fast,
That down the line
You soon discover
You’ve left behind,
Neglected days
Sadly vacant,
Obscured per se
To inexistence,
As time unused
Be ever lost,
So best not let
Time idly pass,
Or have life choose
How it should last,
For you’ll have played
In time’s perfidious ruse!
What’s real,
Feelings judged
Real people feel,
As I’ve no taste
Or ways to deal,
With useless waste!
Cross my heart
And hope to live,
Long enough
That I may give,
Recognition
To those known
For helpful deeds,
Who give far more
Than they have sown,
Cross my heart
And hope to share,
All I possess
The while I’m there!
A little more time
To recall a mood
I’d left behind,
When early in life
I’d been too busy,
Save to mark time…
A little more time
To live with candour,
Discover my other,
Whom I’d forsaken
For visions of grandeur…
A little more time
To make room for soul,
Treated more kindly
More wisely than bold…
A little more time
To shake free shock
That life passes blindly,
Overriding the clock…
A little more time
To share a measure
Of neglected kindness,
And taste the pleasure
Of compassionateness…
A little more time
To recapture the scent
Of evocative memories,
With all of their follies
As life chose be meant!
Poetry on a Canapé 