Your Lasting Due - C 



should be a crime
not to have passion
to be stony and cold and
without compassion

to be so detached you do not
care
to respond
to anything strongly felt
anywhere

your high bonnie life
now caught in a kite
that waves on 
updrafts of others--
your self same smile
that caught you for awhile
and never disrupted
what you really thought
but comforted you little 
in the still dark nite
where you wander with your
lost ecstasies
remembered but slight
 and
at a disadvantage
remembering only
dribs and drabs of 
the brilliant flashes
from your lost days
of sparkling colours
and movies on display..

Oh do not lament the 
passing days
You were here
you were there-
you give it all praise
and sang your song and
cheered the others on-

You danced  your dance
you did  your thing
and no regrets
to what love did bring

But know this now
and know it well
you cannot laugh
if you cannot swell
cannot burst if
you are not filled
and cannot fly
if you have not
willed

So do not regret
the passing days
and  have no guilt for what
has frayed--
The time goes on
as time will do
and you will age
and  you will change'
but all that was good
and beautiful
will ever be your
lasting due...

phoebe


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