“ The Boy ” ~ who wanted to stay ~

There was a boy

Said ever glad,

For animate joy

Save he felt sad,

Its adolesce span

Exacts but a fad,

Be that so it may

Fix boy to be man,

He’d bid afar day

From stripling state,

That inevitable way

To descry adulthood,

Toward destined fate

Binds resolute say,

Held misnomer depth

Of ending youth’s stay,

He’d pursue cheat its death!

 

“ The Wanderer ” ~ on solid ground ~

 

I’d drifted round

Wanting for life

On terra firma,

Tho near full span

I’ve not yet found

To understand,

The held wonders

I failed endorse,

Accepting state

Akin to vegetate,

What life abounds

There to taste,

Instead of waste

All that surrounds,

While I the wanderer          

Has not yet found,

The likely bounds

Offers but solid ground!

 

“ Lining A Coffin ” ~ with who I’d been ~

 

I’ve come and gone,

And now lie down

To line my coffin,

I’ve done and seen

All I’ve had time,

As life dissolved

The meager layers

It had composed,

To thus so shape

Who I had been

For life’s short race…

 

In that brief span

I would so choose

To so perused,

All I could use

The while alive,

And till I reached

That place in time,

To lie me down

And hence so line,

Alas my lonely coffin!

                                                          ode to Edgar Allan Poe