There’s a part of us
That will not stop,
Tugged by the other
With egoist thought,
On all that matters
Of living life sought,
As an ultimate factor
Would dissertate not,
What the other fosters
Said vantage together,
For what soul bought
And so found garner,
As life’s integral state
Should now discover,
Be of dubious grace
Soul can but borrow,
Of ones meagre space
Held bogus of equity,
Amounting to nought
Put aside the self-pity,
With brief time’s allot
For extent it shall hold,
That may ne’er realize,
Dream of eon time bold
In life borrowed implied…
Yet want part of don’t stop
From newborn to grow old
Hence want reaching till dust!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a canapé 