My prime, my hope
nested in moon’s crest
Into life’s inviting lure
like you, I am drawn
One twig, at a time
to build the nest
To make going good,
at times, I had to be gone
In struggle to attend
my inattention
And when life’s seriousness
got my horn
Like a pithed frog
in no contention
I lay in thought there
but I was gone
The bending path of life
so fractious
Absorbing rage, denying sorrow,
repelling scorn
Gathering dismembered remains
of the factious
And such times I went
cause I wanted to be gone
And more than half my life
I have spent
In dawn’s game of worth,
now dusk is on
And towards the end
of what time has lent
I don’t want to just go away
before I am gone