Poems about reading
Tell Him It Would Puzzle Us
the peace cannot deface
did i not take it from the ways
now to the application, to the reading of the roll,
and just to turn away,
how easy, torment, now
you, unsuspecting, feel for me
then maybe, it would puzzle us
a prayer, that it more angel prove
to lives that stand alone
as should sound to me
once to communicate
tell him it wasn't a practised writer
that swept his being back
To The Roll,
too out of sight though
some one the sum could tell
to those who look on you
next time, the things to see
now to the application, to the reading of the roll,
the larger glory for the less
but never deemed the dripping prize
Joy To The Fool To Stay?
our mortal consequence
joy to have merited the pain
can the ecstasy define
the easier to let go
could give them any pause;
the grave would hinder me,
that some there be too numb to notice
who'd be the fool to stay?
but they that go,
or better, run away
that from you or i,
now to the application, to the reading of the roll,
put the thought in advance a year