Time's outrageous ghosts, griefs and sorrows Rob stalwart hearts of their brave-faced tomorrows And spasm us laughless toward joys unmet: Agile life holds herself before us-- but not forever; 5 We gasp to get the least departing glimmer of her. So cursed, and crushing, and stiff is grief We must lose ourselves if we lose pleasure. Our own trying lives chafe from burning coal to dust; We grind on to do, not as we would, but as we must. 10 A wrecked auto, cancer's dark star, the tumor's bloom, Seek us out on our various ledges; We wander open-armed and upward-eyed, seeking edges.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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