01-26-2011, 04:39 PM
Everyone abandons something. Sometimes
The page’s corner will stay turned;
Ships drift elsewhere. No ending is defined.
We do so to people. Entire lives
I have brushed away, unconcerned.
Everyone does it to someone, sometimes.
I’ve written whole books, and on their last lines
Locked them away, not to return.
Unbothered that for them, no ending was defined.
Though it isn’t a pious paradigm
If there’s one lesson I have learned
All give, and all are given up, sometimes
Even God himself, all-knowing, divine
Retracts his prying gaze and turns
From us. There’s nothing more he will define.
And this poem, I’ll likely not revise-
I don’t commit to written word.
Abandonment’s not my job to define.
Maybe another will, someday, sometime
The page’s corner will stay turned;
Ships drift elsewhere. No ending is defined.
We do so to people. Entire lives
I have brushed away, unconcerned.
Everyone does it to someone, sometimes.
I’ve written whole books, and on their last lines
Locked them away, not to return.
Unbothered that for them, no ending was defined.
Though it isn’t a pious paradigm
If there’s one lesson I have learned
All give, and all are given up, sometimes
Even God himself, all-knowing, divine
Retracts his prying gaze and turns
From us. There’s nothing more he will define.
And this poem, I’ll likely not revise-
I don’t commit to written word.
Abandonment’s not my job to define.
Maybe another will, someday, sometime