Wednesday, September 29, 2010

IN SWEET REMEMBRANCE

IN SWEET REMEMBRANCE

Over thirty four years of sweet union,

Sacrifice overcame greed,

Satiety abnegated need.

Distance and departure

With their blunt daggers

Can hardly hurt us to bleed;

But for the pen to lead.

My Love!

May our progeny learn,

Tempests are but temporal

No credence can they earn.

And it’s through love and peace,

Life’s led against all strife,

No grudge, no malice.

THE SCARECROW

THE SCARECROW

I miss you more than I love you,

My love,

And wish you were here,

To teach me commonsense,

And preach the principles

You fail to practice yourself,

But persuade poor Me to do,

Such as “Much sugar mustn’t take.”

“Early morning have to wake,”

And “walk at least five miles a day”.

“Smoking’s injurious,” by the way.

“Tea taken often spoils appetite.”

But about coffee the lips kept tight.

Things I detest you’ll have taught.

What are ought and what ought not.

How sweet! Orally we’ll have fought.

Losing time and gaining naught.

The slave’s now on his freedom days.

Discard the neighbor lady’s says.

On me, probably, she keeps an eye.

Know not appointed or a voluntary spy.

But why?

If not a gallon, at least an ounce,

Not a pound, then at least a pence,

Life makes no sense sans romance.

(Composed on 25th, June, 2010,

Concept dates back to summer, 1980)