Asked The Young Man of The Old Man
'Is there such a thing as wasted Joy?'
Asked the young man of the old man...
'No.' Answered the old man and continued,
'Nothing is wasted that makes you
Laugh or smile and in years
To come, makes you remember the
Joy that once filled your heart, if only
For a moment..
You can then rejoice in the quiet
Of those remembrances.'
'Is ever a joy wasted
That lingers but for a moment
And not stored in the forever
Of one's life?'...asked the young man
and continued...'Why are the
Moments fleeting?'
Before the old man could answer the
Young man cried out...
'I was joyful yesterday when
I knew she loved me...'
'Joyful moments are empty illusions
That now lay in yesterday's trunks
Of woe.'
'Now I have a trunk filled with woes,
Oh! Why did I ever let her go?
I don't sleep,
Can't eat, my days are
Wastied recycling the woes that
won't go away!
Recycling my sorrow filled woes of yesterday.
He cried to the air...
'Come back to me with your promises of love!
Come back to me and quiet my heart;
Pull me from this merry go round that
Spins and spins until I am drunk with the
Delirium of your good-bye.'
The old man said 'You must be steadfast and fill your
Life with other things, dear boy...'
The young man wailed on...'I am out of breath and longing
For words of truth..'
He lifted his eyes to the sky and called...
'Come back to me and hold me close so I may sleep
In your arms again...; we'll whisper through the night
And let our dreams take flight on clouds of Angel's
Beds and awake in the dew kissed morning of love
Renewed...'
The old man asked, 'Was that a prayer or a plea?'
'Both' said the young man as he clutched his heart and fell
dead at the old man's feet.
The old man, shaking his head, said, 'Ah, wasted joy, wasted life!'
June 26, 2007
11:30 a.m. in California
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
By Cynthiaapwlts
© 2009 Cynthiaapwlts
(All rights reserved)
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